Here’s a great poem I memorized yesterday:

It’s simplicity embodied in 8 short truthful lines,

that you may want to keep in mind…

Nothing Gold Can Stay
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.