Field of Dreams

The sun has risen on a new day
As I stare across the open field,
I notice the tear drops of dew
glazed across the thousands of blades.

The fresh air sparks a perfect day
To play the greatest game alive.
I sit down in the empty dugout,
trying to take my eyes off the beautiful sight.

I finally am able to steal back my eyes
And begin to get ready for a new sensation.
I grab my glove and ball
and begin to step across the freshly graded dirt.

I keep myself hid from this sight
by playing catch with myself.
As I try to stay hidden, the sight once again finds me
and begins to overwhelm me with its beauty.

I find myself stepping off the field
Trying not to mess or ruin this picture.
Once I become fully aware of what is taking place
I close my eyes and try to find a daydream that would compete

The most perfect thought would not compare
and I couldn’t keep my eyes shut for anything
Once the guys appear at this same place
they wonder what is different today about the place

I tell them this isn’t just a place,
or just a baseball field, or even a ballpark.
This place is too perfect to even be a picture
For this place has made dreams a reality.

This is our field of dreams.