Grand old mango tree

I was a small seed
sleeping under the soil.
I was alone and weary
and expects new friends;
but, my hope was in vain.
I slept for hours near the path.
When the rain came,
I was awakened from my sleep,
and leaves sprouted from me.
Sun came and golden fruits arose.
Years gone and I became,
the grand old mango tree,
which gave you yellow fruits.
I nourished the little kids,
with my sweet smelling fruits
and cool lovely breeze.