The Hawaiian Vacation

 

From city grey, to island green, I flew,

To air so warm, and skies a cloudless blue.

The scent of plumeria, a fragrant, sweet design,

And salty breeze, a kiss like honey wine.

The sand like sugar, stretching white and far,

Reflecting sunlight, just beneath a star.

With gentle waves that lap the quiet shore,

Aloha greeted, knocking at my door.

I swam in waters, clear as any glass,

And watched the sea turtles gracefully pass.

I hiked through forests, lush with tropic earth,

Where nature’s colors glowed with brilliant mirth.

The distant drumming, a rhythmic, steady sound,

Of waves on lava, built on hallowed ground.

A hula danced, a story softly told,

Of ancient legends, and of myths of old.

From sunrise walks, to sunsets fiery bright,

The days were painted, full of golden light.

A memory carved, of stillness and of grace,

Of sunlit laughter, in this blessed place.