she owns a window to the ocean she has a pipeline to the sky but earthly creatures rarely notice when guardian angels pass them by like a gecko behind a painting with hidden wisdom to impart in a world that needs more dancing she s a hula girl at heart photographs show she is lovely her bare feet are a work of art her fragrance speaks of frangipani yes she s still a hula girl at heart with her pad and watercolors drawing fish and butterflies children always seem to conjure images they recognize in the land beside the ocean where romantics seem to dwell destiny can set in motion ripples that turn into swells she knows how to face the music she knows where the magic starts in a world that needs more dancing she s still a hula girl at heart songs sing slow days zoom by time can t keep her nor can i she has worn a wealth of costumes hula skirt to wedding gown lived in cities walked through jungles always sees the sun go down in this age of teeming tourists fellow travelers know her well the darling of deserted beaches hides her wisdoms in a shell her sensual and easy motion seems impossible to chart in a world that needs more dancing she s still a hula girl at heart