A football, like a tender sprout breaking through the hardened soil of a harsh winter, relentlessly fought the cold to surface and declare the arrival of spring, just like that, it crossed the end zone line, disrupting the deadlock.
"Touchdown!"
The head referee and the line judge were in agreement, both raising their hands to signal the touchdown.
At last!
This unbelievable offensive effort came to an end with a touchdown.
Yet, there was no cheering, no shouting.
It was even eerily quiet.
Provo's knees went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his heart pounding unstoppably, a roaring in his ears, as long-lost passion and fervor madly surged within him.
So what if there's a wall in the way?
So what if there's no light to be seen?
The heart keeps beating, the blood keeps boiling—
They, like grassroots, kept fighting, kept wildly growing.
Victory is important, hope is important, but holding your head high with unyielding spirit is what matters most.