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