Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful
than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats towards the horizon and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone - and how it slides again
out of the blackness, every morning, on the other side of the world, like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer, at its perfect imperial distance -
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love -
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough for the pleasure
that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you….

-Mary Oliver