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 • February 28, 2020 • https://thedeclarationatcoloniahigh.com/46601/the-daily-write/february-28-poem/