In Nethergreen where lightning splits the sky, A jewel named Ruby, precious, glows so bright, In Christmas time, the world adorned in white, She dreams and cheers beneath the winter's sigh. The fields are ripe with football's echoing call, Her heart leaps with the game, a dance with fate, Her laughter bright with Sophie's warm embrace, Their friendship lights the dark, a prized treasure, after all. Amidst the flakes that fall like whispered prayers, Ruby stands as firm as oak, so full of grace, Her name a beacon in the storm's fierce chase, A symbol of the bonds that time repairs. In winter's hush, her spirit blossoms true, A ruby shining through the frosted blue.