Brown wings with dark spots and dark freckles a short life it only enjoy <br />Four days to it will be a long span such is the life of a brown butterfly <br />But is our life to it that much different since the Reaper awaits you and I <br />We come to life inside a woman we are born and we age and we die. <br /> <br />A butterfly grows from an ugly caterpillar into such a beautiful thing <br />And it flies around trees in the sunlight where wildborn birds whistle and sing <br />In a few days 'twill return to Nature and amongst Nature's bosom it's tiny remains will decay <br />All things of life born with a time span whether it be for a century or a day. <br /> <br />Such beauty to captivate an artist or to inspire a poet for to rhyme <br />A brown butterfly in the garden on a sunlit day in Summer time <br />It dies in it's full bloom of beauty it's wings don't grow withered and gray <br />It mates and lay eggs in it's short life and it lives and dies by Nature's way. <br /> <br />A brown butterfly in the garden the birds pipe on the sunlit trees <br />On a beautiful day in the Summer with a cool freshness in the mild breeze <br />Such moments give us years of pleasure and in years from now I will retain <br />The memory of this great beauty that until death with me will remain.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-brown-butterfly/
