This lovely musing comes to us from One Thousand Beautiful Things, a book I cherish, which was once a favorite of my beloved mom, Dorothy:

“Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by clouds, or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger , and awe, and love, there is beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee, and though thou shouldst walk the world over, thou shalt not be able to find a condition inopportune or ignoble.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson