Flitting above the flowers by the garden wall
So beautiful the last white butterflies of the Fall
They will be long gone before the last Autumn leaves of brown
Will be tossed by the winds on the sidewalks of the town
Since the lives of butterflies are not that long
For to breed the natural urge in them is strong
As butterflies their average life span is just a few days
The workings of Nature never ceases to amaze
Since they do not seem bound by territory
At least in their short lives they live as totally free
But old age creeps on them in a matter of hours
And their lives even far shorter than Nature's flowers
Flitting above the flowers by the garden wall
The last white butterflies of the southern Fall.
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