In the heart of America, a poet stands tall,
With verses of nature and the human soul’s call.
He roamed the fields, the bustling streets,
Capturing life’s essence with every beat.

Leaves of Grass, his masterpiece unfurled,
Embracing every spirit in this diverse world.
From Brooklyn’s shores to Civil War’s strife,
He penned the raw beauty of life’s rife.

His words, a mirror to the nation’s soul,
Reflecting the unity that makes us whole.
Through joy and sorrow, love and pain,
Whitman’s legacy continues to reign.

O Captain! My Captain! His voice still heard,
In every whispered leaf, in every bird.
A poet of the people, forever he’ll be,
An eternal part of humanity’s tree.