In the early morning light, the course awakens,
Whispers of dew-kissed grass beneath my feet,
The fairway lies like a velvet ribbon,
Guiding my dreams where earth and sky meet.
With every swing, the world falls away,
A symphony of silence in the still air,
The ball takes flight, a white comet’s arc,
Chasing horizons with effortless flair.
The bunkerâs challenge, sand and grit,
Tests the heart and steadies the hand,
Yet every obstacle, a lesson in grace,
In patience and skill, destined to withstand.
As the sun sets, painting the skies gold,
The final putt finds its destined home,
In the solitude of the greens, I find peace,
A silent journey where I am whole.