Poetry #14: The Lonely tree (StoryPoetry)

I am the old mango tree in the wood,

Long long ago, I was flourished green nature,

He came to my shade all sad day,

We become friends, he had only me,

He talked me for hours about his dream,

His every little wish my prayer became,

One day he came and tied a friendship band,

When we are not near, we'll still see each other,

And to chase his goal he went far away land,

He could think of me often when he was alone,

He had promised to return after he meet his wife,

I continued to pray and be his friend,

Oh! he bought a home even got a baby,

After years of separation, he is not here yet,

Sure one day he would come and meet me,

I have become really old, I have become weak,

With cut branches and half dead here a lie,