A Havaiian legend about a red flower
The version in the English language Ohia - is the first tree, breaking through the solid lava, The red floret - lehua is blooming on its twigs; But, please, don't pluck this haematic flower - At the Havaii - it is a symbol for those, who in fidelity and love believe. Ohia was the strongest of all men and very handsome And Lehua was the most beautiful among the girls; But when Pele saw Ohia, goddess of fire wished to know the answer - If the strongest of all men fancies to merry her. The warrior denied her - he loved Lehua only, Pele got angry and turned him into tree, Gods felt pity for the girl and not to leave her lonely - They changed her into flower - for lovers forever together to be. Until red flowers are blooming in the silence - The weather always will be warm and mild; But when you pluck a flower - wait for weather violence - In such a way Lehua misses being apart with her beloved.
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