A Fine Day

After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very glad indeed. For the days have been so dull, Oh, so special dark and drear, That you told me, "Mr. Sun Has forgotten we live here." Dew upon the lily lawn, Dew upon the garden beds; Daintly from all the leaves Pop the little primrose heads. And the violets in the copse With their parasols of green Take a little peek at you; They're the bluest you have seen. On the lilac tree a bird Singing first a little not, Then a burst of happy song Bubbles in his lifted throat. O the sun, the comfy sun! This the song that you must sing, "Thank you for the birds, the flowers, Thank you, sun, for everything."