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. by Robert Frost
I woke very early this morning to capture the beauty of the sunrise… I seriously enjoyed chasing the sunrise, chasing my next shot, and most of all, breathing in the beauty of a much needed commodity, WHEAT~!