Nothing Gold can Stay.

This is another poem i really enjoy by Frost. I like how it talks about nature's ever changing nature, and where its beauty comes from. Nature is eternal when compared to us, yet even it follows a cycle of life and death. As the seasons pass it changes, yet it always remains the same.

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.