Baseball Begins

Spongy clouds give way to light
A ballpark glistens into sight
The peeking sun reigns supreme
Over shaded players on each team
Like a flying saucer suspended in the sky
It shines over the field on infinite high
The pitcher puffs his cheeks and breathes deep
As he settles into the sandy heap
The dirt and grime from yesterday’s play
Do little to foster a grim gray day
The opening scene brilliantly unwinds
Anticipations of a fresh start on their minds
The man in blue throws his fist in the air
While fielders’ hands rest on knees as they stare
All of their gazes are fixed on home plate
Where the batter prepares eagerly to wait
Held inside the six dugout walls strong
Are this year’s stars in a season so long