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.
– from “What a Wonderful World” performed by Louis Armstrong
A Martian landscape?
No, it’s the sun setting over the Grand Canyon.
On our own planet Earth.
I share this gentleman’s awe when I first saw the Grand Canyon.
No words of mine can give it justice. What came into my head was the poem of John Keats – “On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer” — from which I borrow these lines.
“Much have I traveled in the realms of gold
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen…
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told…
Yet never did I breathe its pure serene”
Till I stood at its precipice loud and bold
“Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific—and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.”
Once in our lifetime, we have to see the Grand Canyon and know the meaning of Admiration.