Well I read it now
your poem O wow
I was all along wondering
butterflies have life
not more than a week
how could they fly
from North of Canada
and return also
butterflies yes

but you clarified
many died
so how did so many reach
Mexico
I still wonder

but after the winters
you have clarified
on their return journey
none ever returned
only produced kid butterflies
which en route died
seven generations ~one per week
so the original ones
never did ever reach
~that is how over millions of years
we humans also did finally screech

bacteria~virus
then as of now genes
~ males and females
Y~X ~~ X~X
in varying man and woman genes
father to son~ to grand one~ then greater grandson
~one must have one,
ELSE NO FURTHER
generation
a son male sperm ~Y~
vertical transmission of sperms~ thirty years one generation
so has nature expanded too~ to a hundred years
with newer vaccination~ may be back to shorter
quicker generations
~and all over as butterflies
once again become--- human

Beautiful Butterflies
that is how nature plays fun
yes it's a pun

and we still after one single one
for ages run
again ~take it as a fresh pun
just for a never ending fun
fire your gun
no amen