In the whisper of the leaves, I hear your voice,
Walt Whitman, echoing through the forest’s song,
The endless dance of nature, your eternal choice,
Where every blade of grass to you belongs.

The rivers flow with stories, ancient and profound,
Carving paths through valleys, whispering your name,
Each ripple, each wave, a testament unbound,
To your love of nature, your undying flame.

The stars above, in their cosmic ballet,
Speak of your wonder, your endless gaze,
The night sky, a canvas where dreams lay,
Painted with your words, in infinite praise.

Oh, Walt Whitman, in nature’s tender embrace,
Your spirit roams, with the wind’s gentle grace,
In every dawn, in every twilight’s trace,
The world sings your ode, in nature’s space.