Nothing Gold Can Stay By: Robert Frost

                                                                     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.