This poem is so pretty.

                                                          Into the sunshine,
                                                                     Full of the light,
                                                          Leaping and flashing
                                                                       From morn till night!

                                                          Into the moonlight,
                                                                      Whiter than snow,
                                                          Waving so flower-like
                                                                     When the winds blow!

                                                          Into the starlight,
                                                                      Rushing in spray,
                                                          Happy at midnight,
                                                                      Happy by day!

                                                          Ever in motion,
                                                                     Blithesome and cheery,
                                                          Still climbing heavenward,
                                                                      Never aweary;

                                                          Glad of all weathers,
                                                                     Still seeming best,
                                                          Upward or downward
                                                                      Motion thy rest;

                                                          Full of a nature
                                                                      Nothing can tame,
                                                          Changed every moment,
                                                                      Ever the same;
                                                       
                                                          Ceaseless aspiring,
                                                                       Ceaseless content,
                                                          Darkness or sunshine
                                                                     Thy element;

                                                          Glorious fountain!
                                                                     Let my heart be
                                                          Fresh, changeful, constant,
                                                                       Upward like thee!
                                                                                                           -James Russell Lowell