Poetry Sunday: Nothing Gold Can Stay

Happy Sunday :) I'm going to share a poem that I love. I'm going to try to do it every Sunday.

This poem has been near and dear to my heart since I first read it in my favorite book, The Outsiders, in 6th grade. Enjoy!

Nothing Gold Can Stay

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