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.
  Louis Armstrong 
Knowing trees,
 I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, 
I can appreciate persistence.
Hal Borland 

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