Beneath a sky of twilight hues,
The diamond’s gleam, a sacred muse,
Echoes of legends, old and new,
In every swing, a story true.

The pitcher’s gaze, so fierce and still,
A battle waged with every will,
The batter’s stance, a poised thrill,
In this grand dance, the world stands still.

The crack of bat, a symphony,
Dreams take flight, wild and free,
Circling bases, destiny,
In fields of green, eternity.

Nights grow long, the season fades,
Memories etched, never to degrade,
In hearts of fans, the fervor stays,
For baseball’s magic, always sways.