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.
Sky's embers burning bright.
Lighting up darkened night.
Their beauty shines and never halts;
His stars twinkle without fault.
Then Sun comes up with her rays,
And conceals all of the Stars' blaze.
They still shine-- so people say.
But nothing gold can stay
***Note: The first chapter is not written by me: it is by Robert Frost. That is the original poem called Nothing Gold Can Stay. The second paragraph is an add on that I wrote.