In the fields where the grass whispers low, Walt Whitman walks, with a heart aglow. Each leaf a story, each…
In fields where emerald whispers grow,Soft blades of grass in gentle rows.They sway and dance with every breeze,Nature’s calm, eternal…
In the quiet dance of morning dew, Where blades of green find their gentle hue, The grass whispers tales of…
In the meadow where the soft winds play,Grass whispers secrets of the day.Each blade a story, green and bright,In the…
In the gentle rustle of the leaves, The whispers of Whitman softly call, Nature’s symphony in the breeze, A timeless…
In the quiet fields where whispers grow, Emerald blades in endless rows. They dance in breezes soft and sweet, A…
In the heart of America, a voice strong and free, Walt Whitman sang of the land and the sea. With…
In the gentle cradle of the earth, they rise, Emerald whispers beneath the vast, open skies. A tapestry woven with…