The One Who Created A White Butterfly

Brown spots on their fragile wings that do look white A thing of great beauty for one on to write In the Southern Summer so breezy and bright Flitting in the park in the warm sunlight Just a few days to live as butterflies by experts we are told White butterflies after mating do quickly grow old Yet are they any less mortal than you or than I Than them we may live far longer but we too must die They do not even outlive the blossoms on the trees Yet they fly without effort and they dance in the breeze So lovely to look at yet seemingly unaware of their fate Such beauty that Nature can only create And the magical creative powers in Nature only fools would deny The one who created a white butterfly.