The Garden Crown Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Woven secrets of the isles,
Fresh plumeria for miles and miles,
Fragrant circles 'round my hair,
Ocean breeze caught dancing there.

Tiare blooms and maile vine,
Memories of coconut wine,
Each flower placed with gentle care,
Love and culture braided fair.

Crown of ancestors worn with pride,
Island beauty personified,
Precious petals kiss my face,
Wrapped in sweetness, wrapped in grace.

Some wear diamonds, some wear gold,
But give me flowers, fresh and bold,
For in these garlands, wisdom sings
Of island hearts and sacred things.

When I wear these scented rings,
My spirit soars, my heart just sings,
Connected to this ancient art,
Pacific beauty in my heart.

More than fashion, more than show,
These garlands tell what islanders know:
That beauty flows from earth and sea,
In flowers strung so tenderly.