I am the Bodhi Tree

I be-

gin every 

morning with 

sun salu-

tations to 

melodies 

sung by the 

birds,

and the 

rhythms of 

rain are the 

showers to 

bathe, before 

nibbling by 

day on light 

snacks.

Mother 

Earth who I 

thank for this 

dirt where I 

grow, and our 

Father the 

seed in his 

image,

though 

nature and 

nurture were 

both a fine 

start, under-

standing my 

freedom to 

choose, 

it was 

waking from 

ignorance, 

suffering, and 

want

which 

took 

root,

and now 

fertilize 

me with the 

good mind to 

stand nobly 

tall through all 

seasons of 

life.

When you 

listen with 

care leaves may 

hush in your 

ear, softly 

answers will 

sprout from your 

heart.



-MANGO