No one says it better than Pablo Neruda. No one. 

From Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Poem XIV: Every Day You Play

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.

Next in the arc comes

A scene of the Central Park Lake. Text reads: The Thing With Feathers
Granted, it's under revision …

Who wrote the poem "Hope" is the thing with feathers?