That pineapple tree is seen, its decoration full of green leaves.
Rooted in the earth, it stands as if it is in its own mind.
A row of long leaves, as if it is holding a heavy sword.
In the middle is its small fruit, it wants to grow, it is fluent.
The young tip peeks out, it sparkles in the sunlight.
A fair of greenery in the lap of the tree, like a game of small trees.
Dry leaves fall, new life moves in the shoots.
With the fresh smell of the soil, it stands alone, waiting for life.
A small bud, it is not alone, it will bear fruit, it cannot be seen.
Its crooked branches, what a sight to spread from tree to tree!
One day it will be a big tree, the house will be filled with sweet juice.
That day everyone will laugh, the smell of pineapple will waft.
It is one of nature's unique, green wonders.
This tree is the meaning of life, living patiently in its own way.