Gold 

By Elliot 

There is a poem I read from Robert Frost called “Nothing Gold Can Stay” . It’s been my favorite from when I first read it in “The Outsiders”. It goes like this:

Nature first green is gold,

Her hardest hue is hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour,

Leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

It has so much meaning to me because not everything stays the same or lasts, but everything is

so beautiful. You can find beauty in anything you can see, but it can also disappear.