Looking Forward The sun is shining golden bright,
The flowers bloom in every hue;
A thousand dreams await my sight
Beneath this sky of endless blue.

The meadow sings a sweet, sweet song,
While brooks and rivers weave and twine;
My heart yearns, for the world is strong,
With wonders waiting, all divine.

So I shall walk and thus behold
The miracles that nature weaves;
With every step, my heart grows bold,
In expectancy, the mind believes.

• Robert Louis Stevenson