I am

I am a football in the end zone
a line ripping through sheep
I am the wind fiercely whispering
a patch of grass freshly mowed.
I am Akron only on the 7
a bag of money make you feel like heaven.
I am a cloud counting to eleven
wheels on the road to heaven.
I am snow freezing your face
a car winning the race
an eye that lives for the chase.
I am trees that never leave base
rock steady in place, a real g
trying to beat my case.

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