On a canvas vast, where dreams do play,
The dawn breaks soft in golden array.
A golfer’s heart, with passion keen,
Finds solace in this emerald sheen.

The swing begins, a dance so pure,
A quest for moments that endure.
The ball takes flight, a silent scream,
Chasing whispers of a distant dream.

The fairway stretches, a path unknown,
Each step a story, each stroke a tone.
The wind, a guide, the sun, a friend,
In nature’s arms, our spirits blend.

As shadows lengthen, the day grows old,
Yet in our hearts, the fire is bold.
For golf’s true gift is not the score,
But the journey shared, forevermore.