There is nothing more uplifting
Than the sight of sunlight through the clouds
A golden torrent pouring from the broad sky’s sea
Turning the last drops of cold lead rain
To a river of cascading gems.
And when the trees are bathed in liquid light
From among the dripping leaves the music starts,
Triumphant robins shout their riotous notes
And listening enraptured we can forget
Just for the time of a small bird’s song
That winter lies on the dark side of the sky.