The Mango Grove and the Bird

In a tranquil grove where mangos sway,

A love story blossoms, I shall convey.

There, amidst the foliage, a bird did reside,

Its feathers vibrant, its heart open wide.

The mango grove, a tapestry so lush,

Bathed in golden sunlight, a sweet hush.

Whispers of leaves, a gentle symphony,

Nature's backdrop to love's sweet melody.

With every morn, the bird would take flight,

Its wings carried by love's eternal light.

Through emerald canopies, it would soar,

Seeking a companion to forever adore.

 

And lo, one day, destiny intervened,

A radiant soul, like a vision, was seen.

A mango blossom, delicate and rare,

Caught the bird's eye, in mid-air.

The bird descended, fluttering in grace,

Gazing upon the mango's blushing face.

Their spirits entwined in love's tender sway,

As the mango blushed, it had nothing to say.

 

Under the mango grove's leafy embrace,

They danced together, in love's gentle pace.

Their love grew strong with each passing day,

As they sang a duet, in nature's display.

 

The bird, with its melodies, would serenade,

The mango, in bloom, blushing unafraid.

Their love story, whispered in every breeze,

Captivating hearts, inspiring all with ease.

And so, the mango grove and bird became,

An eternal symbol of love's sacred flame.

Bound by nature's harmony, they'd forever thrive,

In the mango grove, their love would survive.

As seasons change and years go by,

Their love endures, reaching the sky.

In the mango grove, where hearts are heard,

Forever entwined, the bird and the word.