I thought that I would share one of my favorite poems with you today. I always think of it this time of year. Enjoy!
Nature's first green is gold,-- Robert Frost
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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