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



Transparent tree, full of migrating birds on a blue morning,
Cold because there is still snow in the mountains.

Czeslaw Milosz