07/03/2023
A summer sunset paints the sky,
A boy with racket, spirits high.
On the court, he finds his groove,
In the game he truly moves.
Tennis whispers through the air,
As the boy's skill and passion flare.
Each swing and serve, a graceful art,
Playing with his whole, young heart.
Sunlight fades, the match complete,
Memories of summer, oh so sweet.
In the twilight's glow, he'll always find,
The joy of tennis, forever intertwined.
Chatgpt
