A Corsican landscape
It is a shade behind shades,
A luxurious and tempting moment
Of a fresh summer
In sepia,
Yet barely touched
By the winds of history.
It is a moment of epiphany,
Sunlight stemming from the dreadless past,
A simulation of calmness
In a whirlpool of glorious yet gruesome days.
A tree, a harmonious metaphor,
Gives food for thought,
A landscape, as open as a wisdom path,
As unpredictable as rays of distant galaxies,
Is second to none,
And it's its essence
We experience day after day.