Mango Tree

Once there was a big mango tree
With lots of fruits as you can see

Then one little mango fell on the ground
By a huge bird of passage it was found

The flesh was eaten and was gone
Only the pit was there to be carried to a place where it was never born

No roots, only forgotten memories were strong
Through pain and fear the pit learned it was wrong

To imagine and to dream
All there was to dream

But…in the middle of the pit there was a butterfly
And that's why…

It still could fly
Very high

Back home
Where wounds can heal
Where dreams become real

And it grows and grows now
And dreams and dreams now

To become a big mango tree
With lots of fruits as you can see