Mo'orea

In French Polynesia, a land so grand, There lies an island, oh, so grand, Moʻorea is its name, you see, A place where nature's wonders be. A volcanic island, strong and tall, With mountains reaching for the sky so small, The Windward Islands is where it lies, A treasure hidden from prying eyes. Oh, Moʻorea, with beauty untamed, A paradise where dreams are framed, The Tahitian word, a name so bright, "Yellow lizard" brings pure delight. Once called ʻAimeho, a name of old, Or ʻEimeo, as the stories unfold, Early visitors, with different views, Named it York Island, or Santo Domingo, too. So let us learn about this place, Moʻorea's charm, its gentle grace, A land of wonder, a sight to behold, Where yellow lizards dance, so bold. Random page: UDO (markup language)