In the whispers of the morning light,
Where shadows dance and dreams ignite,
Lies the song of love, pure and free,
A universal hymn, embracing eternity.

With arms wide open, hearts unfold,
In nature’s grace, stories told,
Whitman sings of love’s embrace,
In every leaf, in every face.

Through the bustling city streets,
In quiet corners where soul retreats,
Love’s gentle touch, a timeless art,
Binding humanity, heart to heart.

Beneath the stars, in endless night,
Whitman’s verses take their flight,
A celebration of love’s grand design,
Echoing through time, forever divine.