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.- ROBERT FROST
The Declaration • January 31, 2020 • https://thedeclarationatcoloniahigh.com/45593/the-daily-write/january-31-poem/