Mango tree and me

Crickle! Crickle! Emerge the soft, young leaves
Calmingly in the fresh morning breeze.
As I stare my thoughts they grow
“How it will develop hopefully I might know.’’
I see the oldest part of my very young fruiting tree
I predict where the first juicy, delicious mango will be.
Starting life not much bigger than an ant
With my nurturing care growing to be larger than an elephant.
I eagerly await its soon coming bloom
Followed by fabulous fruit falling with a BOOM!
If my tree was to die and to me be lost
I would feel this would be a very big cost,
Making me feel quite heart-broken
Like I have misplaced my most treasured token.
Over the years my mango sapling will become taller
And as I stand under I will be the one who is smaller.