The mango sighed, the guava swayed,
The coconut leaves gently played.
The tulsi laughed in drops so sweet,
As rain kissed every thirsty leaf.
Each droplet danced on earth so dry,
A gift from the forgiving sky.
The garden sighed, “We've waited long,”
Then whispered thanks in rustling song.
The breeze grew soft, the light turned gold,
As stories in the silence told.
The backyard bloomed in calm delight,
Bathed in the grace of fading light.
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