THERE IS ANOTHER SKY by EMILY DICKINSON

There is another sky,

Ever serene and fair,

And there is another sunshine,

Though it be darker there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin,

Never mind silent fields.

Here is a little forest 

Whose leaf is ever green;

Here is a brighter garden,

Where not a frost has been;

In its unfading flowers

I hear the bright bee hum:

Prithee, my brother,

Into my garden come!