Make new friends, but keep the old.
One is silver, the other is gold.
Croning My Way Through Life
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a Golden Tree …
― The Lord of the Rings