You were made for joy, child.

The feet of you were carved for that.

The ankles of you run for that.

The rise of rain, the shift of the wind,

the drop of a red star on a far water

rim--

An endless catalogue of shouts, laughters,

silent contemplations—

they made you from day to day—for joy—child.
 

~Carl Sandburg (US, 1878-1967), from Breathing Tokens