I now get what Robert Frost meant in his poem. Things just cant last forever:
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 sure wish I had more gold biggrin )
Polygrammar Community Member 
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