By Terry Herda Gucker Serrated peaks spear morning mist Which cools the valley below Till sun bursts from ridges To soften the edges In warming tropical glow Nature is stirring, birds are calling Another day has begun There's wondrous thunder of a sea that never slumbers The trade winds chase the sun The pool gives the urge for denizens to emerge Sleepily surveying the scene Each chooses a spot And lies on a cot Slathering lotion to a sheen As the ocean roils and bodies broil The sun drops toward the west When it disappears The folks all cheer Time of cocktails and cooling rest But as one from the arctic More than the parties, it's the feeling of healing and balm Anxieties cease The soul's filled with peace As I walk neath soft sighing palms This place that's been given a small bit of heaven Plays a most vital role In casting the power of restoring flowers That drench and invigorate the soul Arise, Ma'ili moon, to Vespers tune Shine blessings on all we have learned We give thanks to our hostess Whose health we have toasted God willing, one day, we'll return Mahalo! Jeanne, Aloha, Jerry and Terry