Beneath the spreading branches, against the mighty trunk, eager ears did listen and grubby faces watched-the woman tell the story of Jesus and His love.
Branches swayed by little boys mocking the scolders speech-Sounds of mangos falling, the sweetness in their teeth.
Oft time’s soft words counseled or perhaps the tempers flared. The believers sang hallelujah and couples married there.
The joy of life beginning, the sadness of deaths door, encompass thoughts so fleeting and the sound of water in ones ear.
And now its life is waning though a few leaves are yet green but the roots of all our memories run deeper than men can see.