Pele

Some Say
She smokes like a chimney
And belches at the most inappropriate moments
Her blackened tears rain down
Mixed within showers of golden threads
Paving her pauhoehoe path
Through forest and town
Scorching and entombing
Those who were foolish enough
To stand in her way
And when aroused she fills the skies
With a voggy haze that burns the eyes
And chokes the throat…
But in her brusque way
She has gifted us (those who see and know)
With the land that yields life
The aina
And so we care and revere and respect her ways

And live malama aina.