Springtime’s first green is gold,
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.
Ilania Cyaalá
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/springtime-s-first-green-is-gold-a-variation-of-robert-frost-s-nature-s-first-green-is-gold/
