In fields of green, where dreams ignite,
The crack of bat meets summer’s light.
Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
A game unfolds, both old and new.

The pitcher stands, a statuesque pose,
With eyes that pierce and calmly compose.
The ball in flight, a graceful arc,
The batter swings, igniting the spark.

The cheers resound, a roaring sea,
As runners dash with wild glee.
The bases turn, a dance of grace,
A symphony of speed and pace.

As twilight falls, the game persists,
With every swing, the world exists.
In baseball’s realm, where dreams take flight,
The night concludes, with stars alight.