A Petrarchan sonnet on the untouched wilderness and the Loango coast.
Where forest meets the white Atlantic foam,
The elephants emerge to walk the beach,
A wilder world that man can never reach,
Where silverbacks and leopards call it home.
Beneath the leafy, high and emerald dome,
The ancient trees have lessons they can teach,
In every silent, humid, wooden speech,
That echoes through the rich and loamy loam.
From Libreville where modern spirits rise,
To Ogooué’s dark and winding river track,
The wealth of nature is the greatest prize.
You hold the green that never will turn black,
A glimpse of Eden in the traveler's eyes,
With nothing but the wild to hold you back.
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