Beauty is seen

In the sunlight,

The trees, the birds,

Corn growing and people working

Or dancing for their harvest.

Beauty is heard

In the night,

Wind sighing, rain falling,

Or a singer chanting

Anything in earnest.

Beauty is in yourself

Good deeds, happy thoughts

That repeat themselves

In your dreams,

In your work,

And even in your rest.

~E-Yeh-Shure~

Roads go ever on and on,

Over rock and under tree,

By caves where sun has never shone,

By streams that never find the sea;

Over snow by winter sown,

And through the merry flowers of June,

Over grass and over stone,

And under the mountains in the moon.

~Rachel Field~