The wind fondles through the leaves of the mango tree Sitting underneath is a child Jasmine
Her full blond hair almost white rests upon the roots She raises her hand to pluck one of the fruits from the tree
Suddenly realizing how ravishing the blossom has been Seeing how naked the tree once was, and one day out of no where
Flowers blossomed and the tree no longer naked held an unmatched integrity in itself.
Eventually becoming covered by it's sensuous fruit which grew and matured like a woman's bosom.
She carefully plucks out the mango and takes a bite out of the fruit, with it's juices gushing down her chin as she takes a second bite and there on.