Beneath the sun’s golden ray, they stand tall,
In a field of dreams where heroes call.
The crack of the bat, a sound so sweet,
Echoes through the stands, a rhythmic beat.

With every pitch, the tension grows,
A dance of skill, a game of throws.
The crowd holds breath, hearts in sync,
As the ball soars, in the sky’s brink.

In the dirt and grass, memories are made,
Legends rise, and fears are laid.
Under the floodlights, stories unfold,
Of courage, strength, and spirits bold.

From the dugout cheers to the outfield’s stretch,
It’s more than a game, it’s life’s sketch.
A tapestry woven with threads of grace,
Baseball, the timeless chase.