Poems (Mansfield)/A Fine Day
A FINE DAY
After all the rain, the sunShines 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. SunHas forgotten we live here."
Dew upon the lily lawn,Dew upon the garden beds;Daintily from all the leavesPop the little primrose heads.
And the violets in the copseWith their parasols of greenTake a little peek at you;They're the bluest you have seen.
On the lilac tree a birdSinging first a little note,Then a burst of happy songBubbles 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."