My Hawaii is crying,
My Hawaii is calling,
My Hawaii is dying,
My Hawaii has fallen.

Can you tell me what comes to mind in paradise?
I’m sure it is something beautiful, something nice.
Beautiful waves, covered in froth,
Seagulls above, seagulls aloft

The sand would be exquisite, pure white,
The sun would always cast the perfect light
Butterflies would float close enough to touch
Of course, like Hawaii, never close enough

The food would be delicious,
Yet somehow oddly nutritious
It would make you always want to come back for more
And the locals would open a huge, deluxe food store

Downtown would be small,
One million people, in all
You would always see friendly, smiling faces
You would be able to leave your purse alone in places

Trust would be like the sun,
There would be plenty for everyone
Would be, could be,
Unfortunately

This is not my Hawaii.

The beaches are beautiful; the coral is colorful,
Yet something just isn’t right.
The exotic fish are disappearing, (not very endearing)
But it puts everything in a different light.

The traffic is terrible; everyone is ‘special’;
The fumes reach skinny tendrils up to the sky
As our world is melting, our contribution is crucial
To as why our planet will die.

Unless… Unless…
Perhaps we still have a chance.
If we all decide we don’t want our world to die,
Perhaps we still have a chance.

But the road will be hard, full of skeptics,
Who will only believe our efforts are for
Nothing, because in the end our antics will only be good for
Our destruction.

However, until then,
We must fight.
Because Mother Earth
Has condemned my Hawaii.