The Cheerful Poem Poem by David Whittingham

The sun is shining,
The skies are clear,
Everything is close,
That I hold dear,

Fears are long gone,
At last the darkness banished,
I realised the light has always shone,
When ever you were near,
And will never be gone,
The good deeds I now do,
Are for the goodness that had vanished,
And has returned anew

And I thank the gods,
And dam the sods,
For after all,
Happyness is never small,
The world is fair,
And worth a stare.