Sunrise sets everything into motion.
Mosqutios start to take a rest.
Gecko's still laugh at everyone.
The wind whisltes between mountain tops.
Moutains full of lush green tree tops.
Flowers red as blood,or as yellow as the sun.
Sand colored as a prefect tan,sea a deepp green to blue.
Plam trees move in the wind like a well preformed dance.
As a day goes by the sweet smell of
Plumerias dance in the air.
Waves crash against the beach,
Clam the most stressed of men.
As night dawns.
Mosqutios come to play.
Gecko's laugh becomes louder.
The wind quites its whislte.
The waves go from crash to
a crawl.resting anyone
who is still has eyes open.
This is the beauty I once called home
little old hawaii
- Title: hawaii
- Artist: waitingangelofdeath
- Description: ok i had to wirte i poem for class on wat ever i love like place or thing i like.this is wat hawaii was for me
- Date: 11/11/2009
- Tags: hawaii
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