What could I say of the wind and rain? What glorious words would I use to capture the stunning perfection of a red sunset over azure waters? How could a pen divulge the limitless expanse of stars and a full moon rising over the cliffs of the dead? In what way could I whisper into your silent thoughts the birdsong abounding and the hallowed rumbling of a midnight beattle? Could I ever, with a mind so mortal, encompass the full breadth of life and spirit that thrums so subtly within the very air I breathe and the red dirt that coats my warm bare feet?
I could say to you, aloha. That would about sum things up.