somebody called daylight

somebody called daylight,
told her the frost had knocked,
and a heart was cold,
and she said a ray was warm,
and smiles were to come,
and she heard that none so strong,
could turn that around,
and she smiled,
told of beauty on the rose,
and melodies of a cockatoo,
and so love rained,
in rays that grew,
and that smile was brought