They told us that "Nothing gold can stay" and that nature cannot hold onto her first hue for longer than an hour. I believe they were wrong and that Mother Nature and Robert Frost need to rewrite and rethink their initial concept of what's possible and what's realistic. Defying reality and completely re-writing this poem ourselves, the golden hue can last for years and years, turning into eternity, ending in a triumphant and beautiful defeat of Mr. Frost's ideas. Dawn may go down to day, but there is always the next dawn to rise again. What if it was changed to "Sometimes, gold can stay"? Are you willing to play along?