There will be butterflies, <br />There will be summer skies <br />And flowers upthrust, <br />When all that Caesar bids, <br />And all the pyramids <br />Are dust. <br /> <br />There will be gaudy wings <br />Over the bones of things, <br />And never grief: <br />Who says that summer skies, <br />Who says that butterflies, <br />Are brief?<br /><br />Haniel Long<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterflies-3/
