The Mango Tree Poem by Solomon Senxer

A mango tree in forests deep,
Where red ants crawl and climbers creep.
It bears sweet fruit upon its bough,
Yet birds devour and insects plough.
Still, it grows—tall, branchy, leafy
Its roots hold firm, its stance steady.

Man may gripe, 'It grows in vain.'
Although rich in beauty and in gain,
None have seen its blossoms bright,
Nor tasted its fruit's delightful bite.
Millions starve in need's harsh glare,
Unaware the tree is growing there.

Yet the tree makes no complaint,
Feels no shame nor discontent.
Though unused and left unknown,
It seeks no praise from man to own,
And though the birds may steal its store,
It still gives fruit and asks no more.

It grows faithfully with great delight,
Obedient in its Creator's sight.
Unlike man, who craves renown,
And loses joy in thankless frown.
This tree—it thrives for God alone,
Content to serve where it is sown.

Should I not learn from such a tree,
No matter what my lot may be?
No matter if men scorn or cheer,
I must live for my Creator dear,
Not for man, nor for my story,
But for God's eternal glory.