\n using the metaphor of spring's ending to examine the transience of youth, beauty, and ultimately life itself. In early spring, the fresh buds on the trees are gold. This color is the quickest to disappear from the natural world, however. The fresh blossoms on the trees are flowers, but these flowers disappear quickly too. They turn into leaves that fall to the ground, just as humankind fell from the paradise of the Garden of Eden, and just as the promising early light of morning gives way to daytime.Nothing beautiful, fresh, or pure can last forever.