I see the 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 the skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world..

Everybody knows "what a wonderful world", a beautiful song by Louis Armstrong from decades ago. This song would normally give me the spirit in my bad and seemingly darker days, remind me that indeed the world is beautiful and bright. I still believe it's true and I know it is.

Yet there were days when I wish I could really realise every single beautiful thing on that song just by singing it. There were days when the skies were grey or neon helium, just like the color of my office's ceiling. Or when there were no flowers let alone trees blooming. And the night was just dark and scary without any secrecy.

Maybe I'm just homesick, I wanna go home