It is green.
It is leafy.
Resilient through the harsh weather.
Fragrant, or so they claim.
Like a flower, bend in the breeze.
Sway with me.
Beautiful, amongst all the other pretty pandan leaves.
Plucked.
Washed.
Thrown into a boiling pot of barley.
Either that or into the chicken rice.
A noble deed indeed.
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