Mother, Part II [Tongan translation]

As you awoke early in the morning

You are greeted with a view of Mauna Kea, frosted in snow

The tresses of your hair waves in the wind

Your bare feet steps on the cold dirt of the Earth.

The fervent glow of a fiery mountain

Likens to that of the rising sun

Climbing higher and higher above the ocean

Joining the company of the lone morning star

And the ghastly remnant of the daylit moon.

Along the trail, something catches your eye

Something reflected on the edge of the water

Etched in bushes, trees, hills, grass and stone

Behold, at last, the Mother.

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