I feel safe under
the Pūhala
trees.
Their prehistoric tenaciousness fills me with awe.
In earthquakes they laugh,
in hurricanes they wave to and fro
cleaning
old leaves far due to drop,
in lava eruptions they are stillness and solitude
providing comfort and company.
Ulana ana lauhala fills my days
as Pele
flows to the ocean.
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