In the embrace of whispering leaves,
Where sunlight dances on the forest floor,
Walt Whitman finds his soul’s reprieve,
In nature’s arms, forevermore.

The rivers sing a timeless song,
Of journeys vast and tales untold,
Through meadows green and mountains strong,
A tapestry of life unfolds.

With every breeze, the grasses sway,
In harmony with Whitman’s verse,
As if the earth itself would say,
“In nature’s heart, we all immerse.”

So let us walk where Whitman trod,
And seek the beauty he revered,
For in the quiet paths he plod,
The voice of nature can be heard.