by Kurt Kalani Nagamine  

Before Pele became a spirit,

She had beautiful long hair,

Great fiery eyes,

A tall sleek body.

But now we only see her in smoke,

As an old hag,

Or a beautiful young lady.

We try to touch her but we get burned.

When we hear her,

She is roaring fire,

Or the sound of slithering lava.

We smell her as smoke,

We taste her and cough through the vog.

Remember,

She can be anyone,

She is Pele.

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