In the vast embrace of nature’s gentle call,
Where whispers of leaves hold secrets of time,
Walt Whitman’s spirit wanders through it all,
In harmony with the earth’s endless rhyme.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
His verses dance with the rustling breeze,
A symphony of life in every line,
Echoes of a world both grand and divine.

The river’s song flows through his pen,
Reflecting skies of azure and gold,
In every ripple, a story unfolds,
Of dreams and hopes, both new and old.

Nature’s canvas, painted with his words,
A tapestry woven with love and lore,
In every corner, his soul is stirred,
By the beauty of the world he adored.