A SPRING POEM FOR YOU

'Nature's First Green is Gold' a variation of
Robert Frost's 'Nature's first spring is gold
by llania Cyaala

Springtime's first green in cold,
Her subtlest hue to hold,
Her morning song's the flower,
But only so one hour.
Then colors by colors surrender,
So Eden lost her splendor.
So sunlight turns to moonlight,
Her gold will be gone by night.

llania Cyaala