The greatest game the world has ever known,
Born from the finest minds brought alone.
The scent of willow and leather anew,
Stitched to shine like a timeless hue.
The bat that sings in perfect stroke,
Stumps that break, bails that choke.
A music rises, surely in the ear,
A rhythm carried through the air.
The trimmed green grass, a warming breath,
The field of life, a play of death.
At centre stage, lies the barren ground,
Where swing and bounce, spins are found.
A gentleman's game, a noble art,
Played not by hand, but mind and heart.
And the closer still it lingers with me,
A timeless gift, across eternity.