Behold the Matagi, the wind divine,
Unveiling its breeze, in radiant shine.
It weaves the waves on the ocean's deep,
Guides Iwa birds in skies they sweep.
Through Lo'i's farms, its whispers roam,
A dance of life in nature's poem.
From distant lands, it carries tales,
Of rain and cloud, its passage hails.
Matagi, the unseen hand that guides,
In every breeze, a story resides.
