Day opened wide her silver gates for me
and sent a golden sunbeam for my guide.
She tossed a bluebird into bluer skies
and poured a song in the grass along my side.
Day sprinkled flowers on the meadow's green
like jewels lying on a velvet spread
and hung ripe apples on the swaying trees
then turned the sunset skies to flaming red.
Day provided to be a friend to me, indeed.
She took away any sadness my heart had known
then gave me joy
and brushed her laughing lips against my own.