Enjoy the honey, respect the bee.

Let's write a chapter..

Shall we take a walk amongst the golden flowers and green?

Spring has arrived..

Nothing Gold Can Stay
By Robert Frost

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.

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