Excerpt from a series of books "Being Menehune" by J. Arthur Rath; prior to their being ousted, Menehune developed waterways and farmed and built heiau in Manoa Valley--to express thanks.
Manoa's open valley view,
Mountain range at head, hills each side of you,
Summits hid in clouds, gathering moisture,
Supplying streams for the valley's verdure.
On the rugged slopes, endless shades of greens,
While silver torrents lighten black rock seams,
Cloud shadows go chasing rifts of sunshine--
What happens next seems truly sublime:
Drifting down one mountain, mists become rain,
While the other mountain remains the same,
Just basking in the sun, nothing undone--
Throws off a rainbow, radiantly begun:
Then doubles or triples its reflection:
Magenta, gold, blue, green, and vermilion.
Freshness of invigorating zephyr,
Salubrious and beneficial air.