In the gentle sigh of the forest’s breath,
Where the verdant leaves softly sway,
Whitman’s spirit dances with the wind,
In nature’s embrace, forever to stay.

The river’s song sings of timeless tales,
Flowing through lands both wild and free,
Echoing Whitman’s eternal verses,
A hymn of unity with every tree.

Beneath the vast, celestial sky,
Where stars in silence watch the earth,
His words bloom like wildflowers,
Celebrating life’s unending rebirth.

O nature, in your boundless grace,
Whitman finds his endless muse,
In every whisper, every rustling leaf,
His soul and yours forever fuse.