Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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.

(www.poets.org)

I believe that this poem is saying how nice it is to have something different every once in a while, but when everything changes, that one diffent thing is made into another norm and it looses its uniqueness. It kinda goes to show how you can only enjoy something so many times until it finally gets boring and you lose interest in it. It goes to show how we all need some sort of odd event to brighten up our normal, boring days.