Let’s be a little poetic, and a little philosophical today.
Let me give you a few beginning lines of this great poem.
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
(William Wordsworth, 1770 – 1850)
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;–
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where’er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
If you like this part of the poem, you can read the whole here: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/ode-intimations-immortality-recollections-early-childhood