In the heart of a bustling city,
Echoes of a poet’s dreams reside,
Leaves of grass whisper softly,
Telling tales of a life magnified.
Born in a time of change and hope,
His words became a nation’s song,
A voice for the voiceless, a beacon,
In every struggle, he stood strong.
From the fields to the city streets,
His spirit wandered without fear,
Embracing the world in its entirety,
Each verse a testament, sincere.
Through the ages, his legacy lives,
A timeless spirit that guides the way,
For every soul seeking freedom,
In Whitman’s words, they find their stay.