To the islands where I go,

To find my creator.

Haleakala Crater,

Wait for the sun.



The morning it crept on,

the sky clear for day,

the wind blew by slowly,

the rivers were dry.



Up with my feet as I

walked on the mountain,

a staff laid out before me

and plenty of time.



Barley, the sun rose,

peeked above the crator,

the light hit the stars now,

and lit up the sky



Up came the heat,

as I walked on the mountain,

my legs trembled before me,

I did not know why.