Butterflies with wings so quick
flutter by as they fly.
I watch with fascination
and know that soon they’ll die.
For most of them live for just three days
and when their life is done
leave the flowers where they were
in the bright morning sun.
They do not rue their short, short life.
They’ve done what they could do.
And I with my fascination
am saddened because they flew.
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