A golden drop of dew on a summer morn
Melts as it meets the warm rays of the sun
Light as wintry air, fluffy flakes of snow
Crumble at the touch of a mortal soul
Only until dawn does the night jasmine bloom
With a heady scent, to serenade the silver moon
The innocent joy that twinkles in the eyes of a child
As the bright green of spring, is soon lost to time
And the love that binds two minds in sweet ecstasy
Lasts but for a moment, though boundless as the sea
Why does it so pine, the human heart of glass
Forevermore for fleeting beauty that never lasts?
Do not the Gods themselves say "Nothing Gold Can Stay"?
Does heaven bestow its grace only on things that fade away?
Why do we tie our joy to ephemera that are lost
In the quicksands of time, is it the curse of our lot?
Would we feel the same love for a tender flower
If it were carved of steel, could live on forever?
Do we cherish the little baubles that will perish one day
Only to rebel against the sureness of death and decay?
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("Nothing Gold Can Stay" is a famous poem by Robert Frost.)
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