Burak

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.

in love since 2002

although the moral of the poem is the sad realization that eventually everything's purity and light will disappear, the life lesson i learned from the book was in Johnny's dying to stay gold.

it depends on the day, but some days gold can stay.