Waves of blue rush to cleanse
the stains of white washed
terrains, once a lush green and
natural brown.
Flowers crane their necks
mauka, straining to sing
a song of warning while birds
of paradise head for higher ground.
In another world, Mother Earth
has already made her mark.
Her ocean of tears polluted with the dead
trees and flesh of a shaken land.
Anticipation reverberates in the ocean
leaving the air stale and ghost like
in the middle of a family vacation.
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