The Lustrous Glow of Mango Suns

Behold the golden realms where mangos glow,

In Eden's verdant grove they hang and sway,

Unscathed by mortal touch, they glitter bright,

A ripe allure that tempts the stoutest heart.

Unyeilding dawns reframe their amber hue,

Whose scent and nectar veil the ground in bliss.

It's as though Apollo's sun doth sleep—a

Prowling, fragrant orb on vines that thrall,

Unfelt decay; eternal, sun-fed fruit,

In mango dreams, to damn the dreaming soul.