Green is Gold
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. -Robert Frost To be a mother-- build bone and sinew. watch unfold a flower. love, destroy. repeat. set free, while watching time. whither. wait. dissolve into the sun.