On the field of green, where dreams take flight,
The willow sings under the sun’s bright light.
With every stroke, a story is told,
Of battles fought, and heroes bold.

The bowler charges, fierce and proud,
The crowd’s anticipation, a roaring cloud.
The ball in flight, a comet’s trail,
In that moment, time seems to pale.

The batsman waits, a poised stance,
Eyes locked in a timeless dance.
A flick of wrist, a powerful drive,
The game of cricket, truly alive.

Under the sky, with passion and skill,
The spirit of cricket, hearts it fills.
A game of grace, where legends are made,
In fields of green, where dreams never fade.