Leina’ala floats, a dream vision
her smile indelible, genuine, always so gracious
gliding, swaying, her hands are birds in flight
elegance in their movement, soar and weave of feathered flame
this haunting hula elegantly danced before her devoted halau
Na Pualei o Likolehua, ascendant buds to flower
adorned in their yellow costume blaze, burning embodiment
of ‘Ala’s love, her history, her pure seeds sown to bloom
The Brothers Cazimero rise into hallowed voice
elevating the Royal audience to the heights of perfect harmony
Robert swinging at fond attention to his upright bass
Roland perched atop his pillow, strumming heaven
The three, some energetic luminescence, overflowing space
trinity of proud tradition and prime sustenance for generations to come
(there should be a – over the a in Leina, and over the a in Na)
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