Nature's first green is gold, <br />Her hardest hue to hold. <br />Her early leaf's a flower; <br />But only so an hour. <br />Then leaf subsides to leaf. <br />So Eden sank to grief, <br />So dawn goes down to day. <br />Nothing gold can stay.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-gold-can-stay-2/
