Mist emerges from a fallen stream
150 feet above and pools below,
Between a ring of rocks and mud.
The water is pure from this morning’s
Rain. Drunk off fresh air I continue
My descent of Manoa Falls.
Muddy trails make well-worn paths,
Slippery slopes with tiny trickles
Of runoff rain that escape into bamboo
Forests of the Ko’oau Mountainside.
Overgrown trees hang over my head
Letting a few rays of sunlight dance
Through thick leaves as ‘Amakihi sing
Their beautiful song. At the base
Of the Ko’oau Mountainside the stream
Still trickles past my feet. The tranquil
Sound of rippling water calms me.