Mango

Peach and mango, nature's sweet embrace, In taste, they share a harmonious space, Juicy, succulent, with flavors that chase, A fruity symphony, a delightful grace. In the orchard's shade, beneath the sun's warm kiss, I savor ripe mangos, pure tropical bliss. With skin so tender, hues of yellow and gold, A story of summer, a tale to be told. Alfonzo, the king of the lot, With golden flesh, a taste so hot, Juicy nectar, a fragrant pot, In mango's realm, it hits the spot. Kent, with its skin so green and smooth, A tropical delight, a real behoove, Sweet and luscious, it'll make you groove, In mango feasts, it finds its groove. The seed at the center, I won't cast away, It's a part of this mango's story today. With lips to the core, I suck on that stone, Extracting every bit, not a morsel alone. The seed, it holds memories too, Of the mango's seedling journey, the rain and the dew. I savor it all, from the flesh to the pit, Each bite, each drop, in this moment, I commit.