"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
These beautiful lines could be interpreted in out most pessimism if wanted, eventually fading innocence, love, attachment to anything new. Or they could just describe transient nature of life and it's end. I want to believe it is later that Mr. Frost meant.
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