The glut and gloom from whence I came Left a mighty strong sense of shame And though used to trying times as these Now I’d rather sit with mango trees. Within I feel a calm lagoon Though I think I won’t get there soon I fall upon these tired knees And look within for mango trees. Once I could walk alone at last There is no hope in time that’s passed I see a fruit that sets me free I need to find a mango tree. Behold a gift to my surprise Found in those two perfect eyes My breath is stopped, my heart agrees She’s there and planting mango trees. I play a game I’ve lost within It’s a game I do not wish to win With a sense of strength unique to me She takes me to a mango tree. I scream, I kick, I start to fight With tears she restores my mindful sight She simply nods as says “just be” I know I’ve found my mango tree.