Short essay on i am a mango tree

My life as a mango tree consisted of being there for the families who lived in the house near me. Their joys and pains were all mine too. I realized that I bore sweet fruits because of their love for one another and me. Indeed, it is our love that makes us and our lives extraordinarily sweet.

Matteo and Ingrid spent many months with me, studying and conversing before finally admitting their feelings. Staring at the most beautiful, smartest, nicest woman he had ever known in his life, Matteo touched Ingrid’s hand. She looked at him and Matteo told her how much he loved her.

It’s my autobiography written by me. I was born in a beautiful farm house of Mr Adam who was very kind, rich and well known among his village. He was very kind and was respected among masses. It took me almost a year to grow into a mature tree.

The trunk of the tree is sawed by the wood cutters to make planks (flat and long pieces of wood).these planks are used by the carpenters for making furniture, boat and houses. Usually, the old mango trees which do not bear sufficient fruits are sold and cut down, a mango tree is very useful to us many ways.