Nature’s first green is gold,
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.
Nothing Gold Can Stay - by Robert Frost
What a beautiful picture and perfect to go with the poem. That could be turned into a song!
Love the sunrise/sunset images and words you chose. Make every day count! Beautiful job.
Make the most of our time here on earth. Thanks for sharing. - Angie