In the sunlit diamond’s embrace,Where dreams dance beneath the sky,The crack of the bat, a fleeting chase,As moments of glory pass by.The pitcher’s gaze, a silent vow,As the crowd holds its breath in time,The ball spins through the air somehow,A symphony in its prime.The runner’s feet skim the earth,A blur of hope and daring flight,With every step, a tale of worth,Chasing the echoes of the night.Under the lights, in perfect harmony,The game unfolds, a timeless song,A testament to passion’s legacy,Where every heart feels it belongs.