Beneath the azure sky, the diamond gleams,
Where dreams take flight on leather seams,
The crack of bat, the cheer of crowd,
In this sacred space, our hearts are unbowed.
The pitcherâs gaze, steady and keen,
A duel unfolds in the afternoon sheen,
With every pitch, a story told,
Of bravery, valor, and spirits bold.
The outfield stretches, an emerald sea,
Where heroes run wild, fierce and free,
The bases call, a thrilling chase,
In this timeless dance, we find our place.
As twilight falls and shadows grow,
The echoes linger, soft and slow,
In the heart of night, our dreams ignite,
For love of the game, eternal light.