The ashes rustle in the wind and land like soft feathers. The field is now empty and black, with only flickering flames, popping up here and there, playing hide and seek. Trucks lumber like elephants, carrying loads of black cane from the wide, black, deserted fields, leaving us thinking how good it will be to taste that sweet sugar, melting in our mouth. The cane trucks rumble into the sugar mill and unload black stalks onto the conveyor belt. Giant bright blue molasses barrels are piled up like toy blocks.
Water flows in a nearby stream, shadowed by arching green branches.
Thick gray smoke rises out of the smokestacks like helium filled balloons. The faded green buildings drowse as the smell of sweet sugar drifts through the air and lingers in the town. The bright blue sky fades into lavender and pink, as another day at Lihue Sugar Mill comes to an end.