In a village sunny, with skies so blue, lived a boy named Manohar, cheerful and true. With eyes like marbles, and a smile so bright, Manohar's laughter was a pure delight.

One day he found a seed, a little brown bead. He planted it with care, a sight so fair. He watered it daily, talked to it kindly, saying, 'Grow tall and strong, my friend so sprightly!'

As days turned to weeks, oh what a surprise! The seed had sprouted right before his eyes. It grew tall and green, with leaves so grand, a magical mango tree stood on the land.

The tree was special, it swayed and danced, With whispers of magic in every glance. 'Manohar, dear friend,' it said with a cheer, 'I'll grant you one wish, whatever you hold dear.'

Manohar thought hard, with furrowing brows, Imagining the wonders like dragons and cows. But kindness filled his heart, pure as gold, 'I wish for joy and health for all, young and old.'

The tree glowed bright, with a shimmering light, granting the wish with all its might. Villagers danced, in joy and glee, thanks to Manohar and the magical tree.

Days flew by, but the magic remained, In hearts of the villagers, the happiness sustained. Manohar's tree became a legend of sorts, bringing smiles, giggles, and cheerful reports.

Whenever someone felt a little blue, They’d sit by the tree, under skies so true. The tree would whisper, rustle and sway, Wishing their blues and worries away.

Manohar often visited, with a wave and smile, Greeting his tree from a country mile. 'Hello, old friend, you’ve brought so much cheer, Thank you for magic, love, and being here.'

And so dear reader, remember this tale, Of a boy named Manohar, brave and hale. With a heart so big, and a wish so pure, Spreading joy and magic, forevermore.

The end.