The One Who Created A White Butterfly Poem by Francis Duggan

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.