Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the Spring when it is gone.

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost.

The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.

Nobody is bored when he is trying to make something that is beautiful or to discover something that is true.

Because the birdsong might be pretty,
But it's not for you they sing,
And if you think my winter is too cold,
You don't deserve my spring.

Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can't always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.