The Mango Tree

The leaves on the mighty mango trees are falling,
And the empty fields are calling,
So you shall grab your hoe, and we shall go-
Go to sow the mango seeds we have in tow.

The seed will grow up to become a mighty mango tree,                       
Its leaves will sway in the gentle breeze,
And the birds inside will go 'meep',
The fruits are the rewards we shall reap.

And under it - we shall lay,
Observing the stars far away
Until they go away.