
Read this article in ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi
Birds are honest in their intentions, their passions, and relationships. They showcase the delicate symbioses of our forests and the truths that only time can tell. Fluttering here and there and taking in their fill of the world, they capture life’s beauty, intimacy, and fulfillment.
The brilliant hues of ʻōhiʻa lehua are reflected in the crimson reds and contrasting shadows of ʻapapane. The shallow curves of the ʻōhā wai have molded the bill of the ʻiʻiwi, who drink of their sweet nectars. The weathered arms of the māmane tree embrace palila in the tranquility of night.
How can the birds exist without their forest? How can the forest persist without its birds? These relationships are inextricably linked. Herein lies a key to our existence, too. How can Hawaiʻi live without them? Like the birds, our aloha cannot be easily undone. And for their future and ours, e ola aloha manu!
This month’s column was co-authored by Ben Catcho.