In the whispering winds of dawn, I hear
The tender notes of nature’s song,
A symphony that stirs the soul,
From hills and valleys, deep and long.

The leaves that dance in morning light,
Their gentle rustle, a soothing balm,
Whispering secrets of the earth,
In nature’s grand and endless psalm.

Rivers flow with graceful ease,
Their waters sing a timeless tune,
Reflecting skies of endless blue,
Beneath the sun and silver moon.

And in the heart of every tree,
A story told in rings of time,
A testament to life and love,
In Walt Whitman’s verses, so sublime.