In the gentle whisper of the leaves,
Love sings its eternal hymn,
Echoing through the woods and streams,
Capturing hearts with its timeless rhythm.
Beneath the broad and endless sky,
Souls unite in boundless embrace,
A dance of unity and grace,
Guided by stars that never die.
With every breath of fragrant air,
Love paints a tapestry of dreams,
A vivid world where passion gleams,
In nature’s arms, beyond compare.
O Whitman, with your tender verse,
You’ve woven love into the earth,
A celebration of life’s worth,
In every line, a universe.