The King of Fruits

In the lush green of a summer grove,

Amidst the leaves and branches that move,

A fruit hangs ripe and yellow,

Juicy, sweet, and oh so mellow.

Its skin is rough, with hues of gold,

Aroma that is distinct and bold,

A fruit that carries the essence of the sun,

With every bite, a burst of joy and fun.

The mango, a true king of fruits,

A delicacy that none disputes,

From India's shores to the world beyond,

Its sweetness and flavor are renowned.

Oh, how it enchants the senses,

A flavor that leaves no defenses,

A taste that lingers long after it's gone,

The mango is the essence of summer's song.

The juice drips down the chin,

The taste of summer on the skin,

With every bite, a journey to paradise,

The mango, a fruit that is truly nice.

From the seed to the flesh,

The mango is a gift to cherish and bless,

A fruit that brings people together,

A true treasure that lasts forever.



So let us raise a toast,

To the mango, the fruit we love the most,

May it forever be a symbol of summer,

A sweet, delicious, and unforgettable number.