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-

I thought it pretty. I'm not a literary expert but hey, I did watch, The Outsiders. Does anyone remember that movie? I saw it when I was 10 and I still remember this poem.