Beneath the endless sky so wide,
On fields where dreams and earth collide,
A gentle swing, a hopeful gaze,
The ball begins its skyward phase.

Among the trees that softly sway,
The echoes of a perfect play,
In silence, nature holds its breath,
And welcomes each triumphant step.

The sun dips low, in colors bold,
As stories of the day unfold,
With every stroke, a tale is spun,
Of battles lost and victories won.

On whispering greens, where shadows dance,
The heart finds peace in every chance,
A game that mirrors life’s own art,
In every swing, a brand new start.