Beneath the vast and open skies,
Where endless fields of dreams abide,
The whispering leaves in gentle sighs,
Embrace the earth with nature’s pride.

In the heart of the forest deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets keep,
Whitman’s spirit roams in light,
Tasting freedom in the night.

Rivers carve the ancient stone,
In melodies of time unknown,
Echoes of life in every stream,
Flow through his words like a dream.

Under the moon’s soft, silver glow,
The world reveals its sacred show,
In Whitman’s eyes, the truth is clear,
Nature’s voice is ever near.