Pele’s Last Rainforest

Auwe! Wao Kele O Puna,
the white man ways demand
your spiritual end.

The lush ‘ohi’a forest nurtures
its rare plant life,
her silence stabbed by a drilling knife.

Tutu awakens at Pu’u O’o,
her anger creates sacred land,
She scorns the evils of man.

The flowing, groaning ‘aina,
shifts its hot magma waves,
crackling through miles of secret caves.

Go and tell the story,
Pele’s last rainforest is not for sale or rent,
Auwe! Wao Kele O Puna, Auwe!


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