Fifa World Cup 2026 - Soccer Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sun will rise, a gentle gleam,
Sunday's here, a happy dream.
No need to rush, no hurried pace,
A quiet smile upon each face.

A feeling stirs, a whispered thing,
Of joy and hope that it will bring.
The air is light, the day is new,
Sunday's coming, strong and true.

And on the field, a story old,
Of strength and courage, brave and bold.
Against a giant, standing tall,
No loss they've faced, through all.

A quiet pride, a steady hand,
The best of them, across the land.
So let the bells of Sunday chime,
A victory waits, in its own time.