All's right. Or is it?

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world.

ROBERT BROWNING.

How simple these words are! But such a great picture they draw for us.

At times it's just nice to live in imaginary world where things go as per our nice intentions...