Sports is Not Art

What may not be seen In the light May never see The noon of the night Time skies And how they fade away Into day Into tomorrow Into the sun that Rises over dawn What does it Have to say? Why do you Limit yourself? To such a small Canvas when theres A lot to be said It uses less paint Than most and Takes up less space And theres a Place on my wall Where it fits the best What we do later Depends on What the weathers like Lets not let The moon replace the sun Lets not let The day go to waste Lets make use of What we have left