On A Terrible Beauty Is Born

The seemingly immortal words of Yeats poem 'A Terrible Beauty Is Born'
The classic poetry anthologies of the English speaking World does adorn
When he wrote of the Irish Martyrs of the Easter Rising of nineteen sixteen
And of the great beauty in the deaths of brave young men he had seen
But Yeats looked at this in ways different to me
Since any beauty in death i do fail for to see
Though the flag loving patriots the the praises of the war dead does sing
Of any beauty in death is there such a thing?
But suppose we all look at life in a different way
Yeats 'A Terrible Beauty Is Born' is living today
I cannot see any beauty in death but suppose we all look at life differently
Today i see beauty everywhere around me
White butterflies are seemingly dancing around in the sky above every bush and tree
True beauty in such a thing i for one does see.