In the embrace of nature’s gentle sweep,
Where leaves of grass in whispers keep,
The echoes of a love so pure,
In Whitman’s words, forever endure.

Through endless paths and open skies,
His soul, to all, in verses ties,
A love that knows no bounds or end,
In every line, his truth he sends.

With every breath, a world anew,
In every heart, his love imbues,
The tender touch of nature’s grace,
In every word, its sweet embrace.

So let his love, like rivers, flow,
Through time and space, forever grow,
In every heart and every mind,
Walt Whitman’s love, in us, we find.