Mango In Summer

In summer's hug, the mango rules,

A brilliant sphere of pleasantness, a delicious dream.

Underneath the verdant shade, it flourishes,

In sun-kissed forests where the delicate breeze shows up.

With tones of golden and shades of fire,

It encourages wants, a natural product to respect.

Each chomp an ensemble of flavors intriguing,

A sample of jungles, stunning.

From far off lands, its process starts,

To elegance our tables, where bliss starts.

From tree to hand, a hallowed dance,

Nature's gift, a transient opportunity.

In mango's tissue, stories untold,

Of plantations washed in daylight's gold.

Of hands that work, with affection and care,

To bring this fortune, amazing.

With tacky fingers and anxious lips,

We relish each experience, as time slips.

For in this natural product, a late spring's story,

Of warmth and pleasantness, we reveal.

So let us raise a toast to you,

Gracious mango, product of delight.

In summer's hug, you rule,

A sample of heaven, a delectable dream.