Super-powers

The dark foggy pitch black sky,
A bright white object ascending starting to fly.
The crowd goes wild and begins to cheer,
People around the world can hear.
The white fragile object with the black crest,
Rolling, kicked around it deserves a rest!
This object that means so much to me,
The thought of playing on the oval beside the oak tree.
Memories it holds being filled,
Running and playing gives me a thrill.
Thoughts flying through my head for many hours,
I have watched and played, addicted to its superpowers.
Everyone argues it’s so fun to watch and see,
People making bets on what team can beat me.
An unforgettable moment I will cherish,
It means so much I’ll never let it perish.
The moment you go over that fence,
I am dizzy when you will come back the suspense.
It is a thing that is extremely common,
But even if it is, I still won’t stop loving it then.