“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.” – Nothing Gold Can Stay, Walt Whitman.

“In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps dispel the gloom.” – John Burroughs.