Nothing Gold Can Stay - 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.

And so it is with the cherry tree in our yard. Last Friday nothing, Saturday it exploded in white blossoms, they started turning pink Wed, and now they're pretty much gone.

Nothing gold can stay.

Perfect poem for William Devane.