Springtime’s first green is gold, <br />Her subtlest hue to hold, <br />Her morning song’s the flower; <br />But only so one hour. <br />Then colors by colors surrender, <br />So Eden lost her splendor. <br />So sunlight turns to moonlight, <br />Her gold will be gone by night.<br /><br />Ilania Cyaalá<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/springtime-s-first-green-is-gold-a-variation-of-robert-frost-s-nature-s-first-green-is-gold/
