Thursday, March 31, 2016
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. Even though we eventually lose the glaze of gold, we appreciate it more. We can go on. Leaves soak up sun and rain to feed the trees, we can enjoy all those wonderful complexities, and the full light of sun can blaze on.
