In the whispers of the leaves, his voice we find,
A poet’s heart woven with threads of time.
Walking paths where nature and spirit entwine,
Walt Whitman’s life, a song sublime.

Among the blades of grass, he sought the truth,
In every sunrise, he found youth.
His words, a bridge to the human soul,
A timeless journey, making us whole.

He sang of the self, the vast and free,
Of rivers flowing to the endless sea.
A voice for the voiceless, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

In every heartbeat, his legacy remains,
A tapestry of life, of joys and pains.
In the quiet moments, his spirit we feel,
Walt Whitman’s life, forever real.