Alicja Kuberska writes

Oceania

There, where the wind has a slightly salty taste
And the golden crystal of the Sun melts in the ocean,
Throwing shimmering spots on the turquoise-blue water,
Pearls are born.

Turtles, like underwater flocks of birds, wander
Through the reefs of coral and gardens full of sea anemones.
They avoid the shoals of colorful fish
To reach the warm sands of the coastal beaches.

Slender palms trees welcome guests.
They dance in the rhythm of light gusts of wind
and draw the subtle contours of leaves

on the silk azure of the sky – like batik patterns.

The richness and the beauty of nature evoke in my mind
An image of the biblical paradise and cause longing.
I dream to be here for a moment, touch the miracle of creation,

Feel the breath of God. 

Mahana No Atua (Day of the God) -- Paul Gauguin