Ohia tree tops swing wild
Frenzied hula
Feet jammed into the forest floor
Winds are on the move
Lono passing through the forest
Trees follow and whisper out loud
Sounds mimic ocean waves falling
Rushing in and in
Air’s hands pushing hard
Trees bend and sway
Hear their hula feet
Stamped into the ground
Lono lingers in the forest
This god is not from far ancient times
Still alive he prowls the forest moves with him
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