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.
Nothing gold can stay ~ Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay
That’s the trouble with gold – it just slips through your fingers… Another super picture. 😊
Thanks a lot, Mike and thank you for your comment 🙂 🙂
How very beautifully, and how very true.
Thanks George. Yes, it’s true but once in a while it would be nice if you could put the time on hold –
Wonderful 🙂 🙂
Thank you so much, Jo!!
That poem will always remind me of the book/movie The Outsiders. 💗
Thanks for bringing my attention to The Outsiders. Really appreciate it!!
It was my favorite movie when I was an angst ridden young teenager. 😁
Movies and books are priceless!! 🙂
Beautiful picture with a beautiful poem!
Thanks, Anuscka. My picture is of a wonderful path leading all the way to the sea. The poem is just like the wheel of life. Nothing stays the same.