Wonder

Umair Zia's Nature Tutor_Louis Armstrong

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 so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They’re really saying I love you
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Looking at the marvels of this world, a desire sprouts to live life to the fullest. To never lose that childlike sense of wonder and amazement that we are all born with, but inevitably lose somewhere down the road. Our very existence is nothing more than another phase in nature’s grand plan, which is our chance to be a part of this wonderful world.
Title: What A Wonderful World
Year of Poem: 1967
Writer: Louis Armstrong
Birthplace of Writer: United States