o yes o yes
it's that time of the year
the beez outside
my mango tree blooms
shaking off peddles that fall on my face
the days and weeks past and my happiness beared fruit.
my efforts beared food
quite a delite.
so we picked and we ate
the time became late
we went inside dreaming of tomorrow
as the days past we picked and ate
not caring about the end of our bounty
not thanking the tree for it's work
not thanking the tree for it's fruit
a tree full fruit we left that night
a tree full of air we came to the next day
we all thought someone had come and stolen all our mangos
sad we just went inside turning our backs on the tree
but while everyone watched TV with taste buds dry
i went outside under my tree
looking up into the beautiful green branches
i saw some movement out of the green tree
the last white peddle fell on my face
out of my dry lips the words where whispered
thank you mango tree ^^
a simple lesson i learned
as peddles fall
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this is just some as if not most of the peoms ive wrote. i was gona start when i hit 15 but i kinda forgot repeatedly.
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