In the embrace of nature’s grand design,
Where rivers whisper secrets to the trees,
I find the echoes of your love divine,
Walt Whitman’s words, carried by the breeze.

Your love, a tapestry of endless song,
Weaves through the meadows and the open skies,
It lingers in the hearts where it belongs,
A timeless truth that never fades or dies.

With every blade of grass and blooming flower,
Your verses sing of love profound and free,
They fill our souls with beauty and with power,
A testament to love’s eternity.

So let us cherish Whitman’s loving art,
His words, a beacon in the darkest night,
For in his lines we find a beating heart,
That pulses with the world’s purest light.