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.
With this poem I especially like the line “Nothing gold can stay” and I think that it talks about the natural beauty of nature and that the good things that there are can’t last/ doesn’t always last because people take advantage of nature’s natural beauty.
