Splashing down from Wai’ale’ale,
source of waters, the Hanalei,
this secret  river dashes, plunges,
journeys slopes in dances, lunges.

 
Cuts a vale so steep and lush,
House of Beauty’s praised with hush;
the home of flowers and birdcalls,
of maile, and ten waterfalls.

 
The valley opens wide to a bay
as the river winds around a broad plain;
a sandy shore edges the town where
waves line the cove mountains surround.
 
Under sea cliffs, by coral shoals,
broad  pandanus  shade and cool;
A reef  breaks  waves and shelters the shore
where small fish hunt and crabs explore.
 
Winds bring clouds of nurturing rain,
tides mark shorelines time and again;
the sun  there  rises  also  east, and
sunsets color the skies with  peace.
 

©2012 Bonnie Manion