Home
This land has gotten smaller. The others just keep coming and they carry unclean gifts to wound my very soul. The ocean has lost the smell of nearness. The trees has lost their fragrance and the wind now cuts to the bone. It is time! It is time! It is time to go home! I need the fire of Pele to kindle my dormant soul. Let the breezes lift me! Let my spirit sing! I am one again, in a moment! I am one again, in the dream! Whisper to me...Aloha. I never again will roam. This is my land...Hawaii! This is my land...I am home!
To many times we find ourselves in a place where we need to be for an unspecified time. There is no better feeling or vision than the view from the sky of home.
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