Who Was To Make Me Smile?

Looking at the clear sky,
Rich in all its hue;
The leaves,HIS palette,
So alive and new;
The flowers,so joyous,
Proud,imbibing envy;
The birds,in symphony,
Ignorant of all the misery;
The trees,clogging the Sun,
Shading-caring for me;
I,still dejected,asked-
"Who was to make me smile?"
To which,HE quipped-"Son,
Behold your mind's guile!"