Waipi'o Valley by T. B. Olival The mountain wind steps softly Down the valley stairway, Water lilies she wears in her floating tresses Her gown is of the fern and cresses, Fondly she brings her maiden dowry To her proud lover --- the wind of the sea, Petals of white ginger to float his net Lure of the maile for fishing bait, Gold flint for his spear from the candlenut tree Curve of the stream for his path on the sea, Other presents she gathers along the way:                        Laughter of running water                        Serenity of rice fields                       Chants from the ancient cliffs                       Dance of the taro leaves Up the valley he comes half-way In his brilliant white-feathered way, The breaths of their bodies meet and drift Through the valley in fragrant shift, And wreathing over the valley rests The soft green shimmering mist.

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