Underneath the twilight sky so vast and wide,
The diamond’s gleam where heroes rise and glide.
With bat in hand and heart so full of fire,
They chase the dreams that lift them ever higher.

The crowd’s roar echoes through the night,
As leather meets the wood with all its might.
The bases call, a journey to be made,
With every step, a legacy is laid.

Dust and sweat blend in a timeless dance,
Each swing and miss, a game of chance.
From dugout cheers to the final inning’s end,
The spirit of the game will never bend.

And as the moon ascends to crown the day,
The field remembers all who came to play.
For in this game, eternal and supreme,
Lives the heartbeat of a nation’s dream.