Just Looking at Pine Trees

(Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinus_elliottii)

   There is a person who has always looking at a pine tree. It is a climate area that lives in the season of the four seasons. In the cold of winter, the pine trees maintain their green color, but the hardwood species are fallen leaves. But his gaze doesn't play much attention to the changes around his scope that fixs his vision to the pine tree. And even tries to consistently ignore rather than try to understand that the winter doesn't withstand the leaves. The trees in a wood are all of pine trees. By the time he expands his territory to become one of them and they finish their own brainstorming, they don't look at other kinds of trees anymore. If they go one step further, they begin to praise the pine tree. 'Look at the straight stalk that sustains the massive wind and keeps it green.' The applause of the attention raises the atmosphere. For a while, the cult of pine trees endlessly lasts.

   Does it seem like a scene of humans taking a moment in human history all the times ?   

   I would like to ask if I am not one of those many people who are solely looking at the pine tree.