Waimenalo

You are kind

And you are gentle.

Soft words tie themselves to patient whispers

You were never one to raise your voice.

Warmth radiates like time,

Dissipating with the fading sun.

Crashing waves are the only echoes.

And I know at times,

This place may feel unfair.

For we leave so much,

And take so little.

But you,

As well as I

Know that this is temporary.

And eventually

One day,

This island

Will return

What it has taken.