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Spring is nearly here and on the willows, the gold is starting to appear. So, from Robert Frost we have Nothing Gold Can Stay.

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