Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
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. Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/nothing-gold-can-stay-by-robert-frost
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