How about a beautiful poem for a beautiful day from a beautiful poet.
I wandered lonely as a cloud*
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,*
When all at once I saw a crowd,*
A host, of golden daffodils;*
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,*
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.*
Continuous as the stars that shine*
And twinkle on the milky way,*
They stretched in never-ending line*
Along the margin of a bay:*
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,*
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.*
The waves beside them danced; but they*
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:*
A poet could not but be gay,*
In such a jocund company:*
I gazed- and gazed- but little thought*
What wealth the show to me had brought:*
For oft, when on my couch I lie*
In vacant or in pensive mood,*
They flash upon that inward eye*
Which is the bliss of solitude;*
And then my heart with pleasure fills,*
And dances with the daffodils.
by William Wordsworth