On either side of the stone walkway
flowers bloom, rooted and swaying,
Blue bonnets and yellow Texas Star
Purple verbena,
Scarlet clematis,
the five petaled amongst the four,
and I think to myself What a Wonderful World.
The people come into the garden, some pushing strollers,
older tourist couples, mixed race families,
a young trans woman giving her family a tour,
three women in saris, royal blue, green, maroon,
and I think to myself What a Wonderful World.
A child wanders past the blooming pond iris, looking for the turtle,
while another runs into the limestone courtyard,
a paper scavenger hunt clutched in one hand,
his father lingering to admire the stone archway,
and I think to myself What a Wonderful World.
There is a Celebration of Life in the Great Hall,
and a baby shower in the Library.
A mocking bird sings nearby,
while laughter echoes from both buildings as a woman with a walker smiles at pink primroses,
and I think to myself What a Wonderful World.
The people come searching for beauty in the blooms and my wish is that they also find it in the faces of others.
(from What a Wonderful World by George David Weise and Bob Thiele)
Link to the song sung by Louis Armstrong:
Flower Photos by B. McCreary
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