In the heart of the diamond, where dreams were spun,
A star named Cydney glimmered, her journey just begun.
With every swing, she painted the air,
But now she steps back, a silence in glare.
The thrill of the game now meets a quiet retreat,
Echoes of cheers fade like lost summer heat.
In the roar of the crowd, a choice made alone,
A whisper of strength in a world overgrown.
“Personal reasons,” she writes, with a weight in her heart,
A tapestry woven with threads that must part.
Each struggle, each triumph carved deep in her soul,
Yet life calls her softly, to a different goal.
With softening shadows, she leaves the bright field,
Like a flower bending back, in the autumn revealed.
In the sport’s vibrant canvas, her colors still linger,
But the path lies ahead, beyond the cold finger.
To the fans and the teammates, a bittersweet song,
A moment of pause in a story so strong.
For in every goodbye, a new chapter will rise,
As dreams shift their forms beneath undisguised skies.
Remember the fire that burned in her eyes,
The grace in her movements, like wind-flown butterflies.
Though the jersey hangs silent, her spirit will soar,
For Cydney Sanders is more than the game; she is lore.
So here’s to the journey, the roads yet unseen,
In each ending a beginning, where she’ll blossom and glean.
With love as her compass, and hope as her steer,
Cydney steps away, but her essence stays near.
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