Nothing Gold Can Stay
Where It All Goes Down
The poem places us right in the gold glow of a spring sunrise while reminding us that such beauty is only temporary.
The poem mentions the Garden of Eden, and you can totally imagine yourself in a place like this biblical paradise while you're reading. The long golden branches of willow trees sweep the ground in the gentle morning breeze, and flowers are blooming everywhere in sight. Birds, bees, and butterflies flit around, and the morning mist makes everything shine. The sun is rising, and the purples, pinks, and yellows of the morning are brilliant.
But all too soon, the sun is up and blazing, the flowers are wilting, and the trees have turned from golden blooms to green leaves. The demands of the day, of our lives and its worries, have jolted us out of paradise.