Abacaxi

Born of fire, kissed by light, bathed in gold, bold and bright. The sun’s own heart in spiky skin, a pulse of heat that burns within. Sweet yet fierce, it stands so tall, a summer crown, a radiant call. Juice like nectar, wild and free, dripping with warmth, with destiny. It sees the dawn, it knows the flame, It hums the tropics, and sings its name. A fruit of power, sharp yet sweet, the sun’s own soul in flesh to eat.