Mango tree grows
along the roadside
none bothers to look
green leaves wave
asking man a favor.
Come the harvest time
every golden mango fruit
being sweet to the taste
unselfishly gives life a flavor.
The passers once ignored
the mango tree by the roadside
now so adamant to devour its juice.
Ever so green as the mango tree
leaves' chlorophyll cooks the honey
as it captures the sunbeam at noon
is sharing its blessing to fill the hunger
A pleasure to read. I have never eaten a mango. I must go out and buy one and try it. I see them all the time at the grocery store.
Good write Marvin. How true. We always fail to appreciate natural beauty. Most of our enjoyment is physical. Perhaps if the mango tree did not have its wonderful fruit to offer, we may never have noticed it.
We are mango lovers here in our place, we bother to look a lot of it..We have mango plantation in our home town, and i love to climb and eat the raw ones with salted shrimps..whew! Thank you my friend for sharing this cute poem..Love it, love it and love it!
Loving this one, not just because it's good but as I love mango's for the margarita's and martini's when out to dinner or especially on an Island trip....This poem has taken me on an Island trip......thanks! ~~~marci.xo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice Marvin... sweet poem! Best, CJ