My Favorite Things

I think of the joys of seeing a cactus plant in bloom
Or the pleasure I get from reading a book in the quiet of my room
The memory of the song of a bird as it sings its sweet refrain
Or the beautiful sight of a rainbow, following some rain
The many thrills of fishing for trout in a wild mountain stream
While off in the distance or around the bend a picturesque
waterfall gleams
The spectacular beauty of a desert sky as the sun is going down
Or the sight in the distance of a graceful tree and the shape of
its stately crown
The sweet, sweet sound the wind can make soughing through the trees
And the fragrance of an orange blossom wafted in the breeze
Watching a pair of kittens with gay abandon play
Or a couple of frisky puppies frolicking in the hay.

All of these things and many more are things that gave me pleasure
As I wandered down the road of life in search of other treasure
But now that I’m no longer young I think of what gave me joy
Of the many simple delights I’ve had ever since I was a boy
All of these are much, much more than any treasures to me
And are more important than silver or gold in my book of memory