In the gentle embrace of the morning dew,
Where light and shadow dance in harmony,
I hear the whispers of the leaves,
And feel the pulse of nature’s symphony.

The river’s song flows ever onward,
A melody of endless time,
Echoing through the canyons deep,
In rhythms pure and sublime.

Beneath the vast and starry sky,
The earth breathes in quiet might,
Each blade of grass, each bloom of flower,
A testament to nature’s light.

Oh, Walt, your words still guide us,
Through forests dense and meadows wide,
In every heartbeat of the wild,
Your spirit walks by our side.