Beneath the glowing twilight’s embrace,
The diamond awakens, a stage so grand,
With leather and stitches, we chase a dream,
In the echo of cheers, where heroes stand.

The crack of the bat, a symphony’s start,
As dirt and grass become our canvas bright,
Under floodlights, shadows dance and part,
In the heat of the game, we find our light.

The pitcher’s mound, a lonely throne,
With every throw, a story’s told,
The catcher’s mitt, a faithful tone,
In this ballet of brave and bold.

In every inning, hope’s renewed,
With every play, a chance to soar,
Baseball, the timeless interlude,
Where hearts beat fast and spirits roar.