Briefly before impending dusk, my eyes are drawn to the western horizon. The last of the day’s golden rays of sunshine are broadcasting over the landscape. I am enthralled. The colors are bold and vibrant. Surely, a greater power paints the canvas before me. Humbled and honored, I feel immersed in GOLD.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

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.

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