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The high pitched cries of baby sparrows are deafening against the cooing of adult pigeons whose soft low calls are calmer. The mynah birds are not complaining as they usually do. In the limbs of banyan trees, this poetry of winged creatures continue through the early hours until the sun rises high in the sky.
Then the lawnmowers and leaf blowers begin. They are far away today by volume, so my ears are still in tuned with my immediate surroundings. Neighbors' voices discuss the football games, recounter the dinner party last night and the storm that didn't make it.
Through all of this, the palm trees continue their song and dance. Their leaves touch against each other and they remind me of the sound of waves gently lapping against the sand. They're movements are like the hula, dipping and swaying-giving unspoken meaning to the gentleness of Kihei.