Let the sun and moon be a comfort to you, Under skies of clear blue. Let the faerie dust around you fly, One burden lifted. You heave a sigh.
Do like me and get into a boat, And find a water lily bloom that down the river did float. Weave a web of colours gay, Even if the be day be gray, There is still light around you; Under skies of clear blue.
*Marian
I thought this up while commenting on one of my Daddy's poems and I liked it so much I thought I'd post it on my page.