Tuesday, December 8, 2009

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.

This poem by Robert Frost reminds us to appreciate the things we value. What is "gold" in your life?