In the heart of nature’s gentle embrace,
Where the whispering woods sing a timeless song,
Walt Whitman finds solace in the leaves,
As the earth hums a melody of belonging.

Beneath the vast, unending sky,
Where the sun kisses the horizon’s edge,
He walks among the towering trees,
Listening to the stories the winds pledge.

The river’s gentle murmur speaks to him,
A lullaby woven with nature’s grace,
In every rustle, a verse unfolds,
Capturing the spirit of this sacred place.

Whitman, the poet of the open soul,
Embraces the wild in its purest form,
In the dance of leaves and the call of birds,
He finds the essence of life reborn.