Beneath the sun’s warm gaze, a mango tree,
Adorned with fruit, yet green, not ripe to be.
A curious cat, with eyes of emerald gleam,
Paces around, drawn by a distant dream.
The mango’s skin, a canvas of vibrant hue,
Unblemished, firm, yet holding secrets true.
The cat’s desire, like flames that fiercely burn,
Yearns for the taste, the sweetness it would yearn.