Mangoes

 

There in the woods

They made me choose

Amongst the fruits

That lay on the grass

The sweetest one,

I could not do so alone,

Without tasting them all,

The only method

There was.

I thought why not use

The honey-bees;

These landed

On the ripe Mangoes,

By far the sweetest fruit.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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