It’s Wednesday and I am feeling whimsical. Something about the autumn leaves changing does it to me every year….
In honor of that here are some “golden” thoughts to share.
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not touched by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
Alight from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.”
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.