Robert Frost had it nailed. I doubt he and I were looking at the world in the exact same way, but great minds do think alike, so MAYBE. In case you're unfamiliar with the poem (ummm, WAKE UP), I'll paraphrase it..."Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower, but only so an hour...so dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay." I'm drawing a blank on the part about the leaf and Eden sinking to grief, but you get the idea. My apologies, Mr. Frost.