I wake gazing
at mango tree
I can't remember
how long been there
everyday I see fruits
from green to yellow
to birds pecking on
to passersby picking
i love it when raining
leaves bending dripping
shiny green, bark dark
brown, fruits blooming
for a show, hanging from
their stem swaying to wind
free yet grounded forever
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