What a wonderful World

I'm sitting by the open patio door listening to the stiff southern breeze blow through our ash trees while gazing at the blue tinted mountains looming close on the horizon. 

Does anyone remember the words to that old song by Louie Armstrong "What a Wonderful World?"

Here they are, as inspirational to me as they were long ago. 

         What a Wonderful World

I see trees of green, red roses too. 

I see them bloom for me and you. 

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world. 

I see skies of blue and clouds of white. 

The bright blessed day,

the dark sacred night. 

And I think to myself what a wonderful world. 

The colors of the rainbow are pretty in the sky. 

Are also on the faces of people going by. 

I see friends shaking hands and saying how do you do. 

They're really saying I love you. 

I hear babies crying, watching them grow. 

They'll learn much more than I'll ever know. 

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. 

Yes I think to myself, what a wonderful world.