On fields of green, where legends play,
The cricket ball does dance and sway.
With every stroke and every pitch,
A legacy of grace and wit.

The willow’s song, a gentle hymn,
To battles fought on summer’s whim.
The bowler’s art, a cunning craft,
Spins tales of triumph, shadows cast.

In whites they stand, the knights of yore,
Defending honor, seeking more.
A century or a five-wicket haul,
Echoes of glory, cricket’s call.

Beneath the sun or floodlit skies,
The game endures, a timeless prize.
For every fan, a story spun,
In cricket’s world, we’re all as one.