In the whisper of the leaves, I hear Walt’s song,
A melody of earth, where souls belong.
Through the ancient trees, his spirit roams,
In nature’s embrace, he finds his home.

The river’s flow, a gentle lullaby,
Reflects the sky, where dreams can fly.
With every step, on the forest floor,
Walt’s words echo, forevermore.

The flowers bloom, in vibrant hues,
A testament to life’s renewing muse.
In the quiet dawn, and twilight’s glow,
His poetry, in nature’s beauty, grows.

The wind’s soft breeze, a tender touch,
Reminds us of his love, so much.
In every bird’s song, and rustling leaf,
Walt Whitman’s spirit, finds relief.