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.

Big ups to our boy Bobby Frost, capturing our feelings on the last Kenya of the year. RIP Bobby, RIP Kenya 2025 harvest. See ya next year.