The Garden Isle...

Waimea Canyon turns the valley emerald green
The garden spot on the Garden Isle, one place on earth that must be seen

Stand atop the rolling cliffs that run down to the sea
Hear the roar of crashing waves, seabirds singing, all music to ones ears

Evening trade winds cool the skin
A peacefulness moves from within
The true spirit of Hawaii
runs through your veins
Thoughts of eternal life remains

The richness of the beauty as far as one can see
Captures my true existence, the island of Kauai