Whispers of the Wind In the silent woods, I tread, Where whispered breezes softly spread. The trees they sway, a rhythmic dance, As nature sings, in a gentle trance.

Each leaf a story, each branch a song, In the heart of the forest, where I belong. The sun peeks through, a golden ray, Igniting the world at the break of day.

• Kwame Nkrumah