Nature's first green - gold!

So said Robert Frost of old.

       Dawn, new leaves - enjoy!

 

The poem is actually

  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.

 

Could be kind of a depressing thought - this is as good as it's ever going to get.  Though maybe there's another dawn tomorrow, other things besides leaves come along.  For now, for this moment, I will just enjoy.