In the gentle rustle of autumn leaves,
I hear his whisper, a timeless grace,
Walt Whitman’s words in love entwined,
Painting the earth with endless embrace.

Beneath the stars, his verses sing,
A melody of hearts, tender and true,
Every line a dance, a lover’s wing,
In nature’s arms, love is renewed.

The river’s flow, a lover’s sigh,
Carries his dreams to the ocean’s shore,
In every wave, his spirit flies,
Binding souls forevermore.

Through fields of grass, in whispers low,
His legacy of love remains,
Walt Whitman’s heart, in every row,
An eternal bond, love’s sweet refrains.