This is a Robert Frost poem that we used on our Dad's funeral program and I just came across it again for the first time since the funeral. It's beautiful. And, our Dad loved panning for gold ;)
"Natures first green is gold...our favorite hue to hold...natures leaf a flower but only for an hour...then leaf subsides with leaf and Eden sank in grief...dawn goes down by day, nothing gold can stay."
