By Kaia Costa
The ocean hums softly, its waves kiss the shore,
Pineapple waits, its skin wore and more.
Crunch! The blade cuts through, crisp and bright
Rust and dust fade in the fading light.
Nobody notices the quiet delight,
As sweetness blooms in the heart of the bite.
Edges sharp, yet so tender inside,
A burst of joy I cannot hide.
Remember the sun that nurtured its skin,
The love it carries beneath the grin.
The first bite, a rush of golden bliss,
Juice drops down, a moment to miss.
A fruit so bold, its taste outrageous,
Its fragrance is loud, almost ostentatious.