A hunt for a waterfall in paradise
Expecting the water to feel like ice
On the Hana Hwy, no falls in sight
Searching with all of our might
Finally an islander with a clue
"Through that bamboo forest, paradise is awaiting for you"
Follow the trail and listen for water is all he would say
So with those brief words, we were on our way
Climbing and balancing, we made our way through the trees
We could hear the water and feel the breeze
We had made it to the falls, with all of the strain
Just to find it came out of a pipe and was some bodies drain
6/1/11
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