Nature’s Ballet

See how the leaves pirouette, In the gentle arms of spring, A choreography of life, That only nature can bring. The flowers sway in rhythm, With the music of the breeze, A dance that knows no boundaries, On the petals, on the trees.

I lose myself in this ballet, Where earth and sky entwine, In every turning spiral, A tale of love so divine. Let me join this wild embrace, With laughter in my soul, Where nature weaves her tapestry, And makes the fractured whole.

— Wole Soyinka

• Wole Soyinka