This iconic poem by Robert Frost reminds us that everything beautiful is fleeting, which makes it all the more precious when it’s here.
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.
Journeys with Eileen Diane 
Nice Eileen , Beautiful pictures and a nice poem. 💘love and hugs. Carmella 😇
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Many thanks Carmella …love and hugs…😊
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Just got to this. Stunning photos as always. Thanks for sharing.
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Many thanks!!😊
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