The natural - poem by Stefano Donno

In fields of green and summer's breeze,

A bat in hand, a dream to seize,

He steps up to the plate with grace,

A shining star, a hopeful face.

 

With every swing, a crack and pop,

The ball sails high, it won't be stopped,

It soars up high, into the sky,

A symbol of the dreamer's eye.

 

The game is won, the crowd erupts,

He basks in glory, feels the love,

But deep inside, he knows the truth,

The road was long, the path was tough.

 

For years he fought, with all his might,

To chase the dream, to do what's right,

And now he stands, a hero's name,

A legend born, a legacy claimed.

 

But in the end, when all is done,

He knows the battle's just begun,

For life's a journey, not a race,

And he must keep up with its pace.

 

So as he walks, with bat in hand,

Through fields of green, across the land,

He knows that dreams, they do come true,

With hard work, and faith, and hope anew.