Enchanted

“When sad she brings the thunder

And her tears, they bring the rain
When ill she feeds a poison
To us all to fell her pain
Her smiles they bring the sunshine
And the laughter and the wind
And the birds they go on singing
And the world is whole again. 
"Smile, sweet Sunday," Wednesday whispered in her ear. 

"The birds need your love so they can lift their wings.”               

-Althea Kontis, Enchanted