In the vast expanse of the open fields,
Where grasses sway to the rhythm of the breeze,
Walt Whitman’s love gently reveals,
A symphony of nature, setting hearts at ease.

His words, like whispers of an ancient hymn,
Embrace the soul with a tender grace,
In every leaf and every limb,
Love’s purest form, we trace.

Through the pages of his timeless verse,
We journey through the landscapes of the heart,
A boundless love, free from curse,
In every line, we find our part.

So let us sing in unison, with Whitman’s song,
A melody of love that knows no end,
In the eternal symphony, we belong,
As lovers, as friends, our spirits blend.