The Flows of a Court

As sounds like dribbles fill the court You can hear the passes winds whooshing The flows of the game begin to sound as the air intensifies The cheers get louder as the dribbling gets louder As a basket flies high and up The sound of a little "tink" makes everyone stand up As people cheer and people boo Each time you play it's all net The hoops for sale and I'm the buyer Echoes of shots fade away slowly The sounds of heavy breathing fill the air As shots whistle like a train pulling into the station Know the sky is your limit Shoot for the sun and you will shine As the clock breathes its final tick You can hear a last shot fading away