There were a dozen swords of glass--
Excalibured in cement bases
Impervious to would be kings--
Set in Ho’omaluhia ringing
The pathway so that art patrons saw
Flashes of chance light dancing,
Reflecting their invasion of nature
Reflecting their invasion of nature
Flashes of chance light dancing
Caught their vision with twinkled
Images of their own wonder
As they spot exotic plants, exploring
More than beauty penetrating to touch
A space in the mind beyond purchase
Set in a botanical paradise
Where light does not startle muses
But whose beams surprise wanderers
As they burn through leaves and bark
Impressing the suddenness of life
In flashes of chance light dancing,
Reflecting their invasion of nature.
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