by 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.
I like this song – “Stay gold” by Utada. (Uploaded on RadioBlog Playlist 2)
Not sure if she got the inspiration from this poem.
Hold on to the wondrous things you see and experience while you are young and innocent. Of course, the early golden leaves will turn green, spring will turn to summer, dawn to day, youth to maturity; but you can hold on to the wonder, the sense of innocence, the “goldenness” of youth.