This poem has traveled along with me since I was around 12 or 13 years old and has popped up here and there over the following years. I came across it again recently and felt like sharing.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

By Robert Frost

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.

Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148652/nothing-gold-can-stay-5c095cc5ab679