Stardust & Mangoes

 

Once there grew a mango tree

atop a lovelorn hill,

that wept her barren days away

‘till night stood on the hill.

 

‘Tis then her lover would come to play,

dancing ‘cross the midnight sky,

at first light lingering wantonly,

his nightly passing almost nigh.

 

Shaking from the heavens,

he let fall a dazzling display,

a shimmering off his shoulder

that glistened her canopy.

 

His hasty course would usher him off

leaving memories more than few,

her canopy boasted to the dawning sun

freshly sprinkled in sparkling dew.

 

‘Twas then her roots grew strong,

absorbing all that moisture,

trickled from a canopy delighted

in her leaves’ moonlit exposure.