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 is most like how i feel about life. I mean the way i read it is it's about moving on. Nothing gold can stay means you have to
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