Now Euka, in his cellular hall divine,
Reflected on the gifts his love had made.
"What wonders," thought he, "from our bloodline shine,
What tools of life our children have displayed!"
"Behold Reticulus, my firstborn son,
Who built the pathways through my living space.
His rough and smooth domains, when day is done,
Give every protein its appointed place.
And Flagella, daughter swift and fair,
Who grants to all our line the gift of motion.
Her whip-like dance propels us through the air,
And guides us through life's vast and boundless ocean.
Then Golgi, master of the sorting trade,
Who takes rough works and makes them fine and bright.
His apparatus, wondrously arrayed,
Sends packages forth to bring cells light.
Brave Peroxis breaks the fats with might,
While Vaultess stores our treasures safe and sound.
The Centrioles dance in perfect sight,
And make sure chromosomes stay tightly bound.
And last, my son who bears my very name,
Young Nucleus, keeper of the scrolls divine.
Through nuclear pores, our sacred flame
Of knowledge flows in patterns most fine."
Thus Euka catalogued his proud creation,
Each organelle a gift to future time.
But greater still would be his culmination—
The spreading of his cellular line.
For Seth, his son, bore daughters of his own,
And through five generations they would spread.
Until at last, when ice age's reign had flown,
Two mighty lines from Euka's blood were bred.
Seth son of Euka wed Azura fair,
His sister-bride with mitochondrial grace.
Their children filled the warming ocean's lair,
As ice retreated, giving life more space.
Through Seth came Resan, master of the scroll,
Who learned to read both father's and mother's gene.
Then Resan's son was Theron, strong of soul,
The wisest cell that ever had been seen.
From Theron came fair Protea the bright,
Who bore twin sons of legendary fame:
Bold Chronos, master of division's rite,
And Bios-Neos, bearer of the name.
Now Chronos wed his sister Cylla sweet,
And from their love came Myxon the wanderer.
But Bios-Neos found his destined meet
In Plasma-Belle, the membrane's harborer.
From Bios-Neos and his faithful bride
Came Nectarius, ruler of the new.
His royal line would spread both far and wide,
When warming seas gave life a broader view.
But Myxon took a different path than most,
He spurned the settled life of complex cells.
Instead he roamed from shore to distant coast,
A single-celled wanderer with moving tales.
From Myxon's line came Euglena the green,
Who mixed both plant and animal in one.
With chloroplasts she captured light serene,
Yet flagella helped her swim toward the sun.
These euglenids would keep their ancient ways,
While Nectarius built a different throne.
Through all the warming days,
He made the complex cell his very own.
For Nectarius wed Ambrosia bright,
Who bore the heirs of eukaryotic power.
Their eldest son was Plantus, filled with light,
Who turned the sun's rays into energy's flower.
Their second child was Opima bold and wise,
The huntress who would rule the restless sea.
With warrior's heart beneath the ocean skies,
She'd chase her prey through waters wild and free.
Their third-born daughter, Cortica, knew the way
To gather up the bounty of the earth.
She'd harvest nutrients both night and day,
And store the treasures of the ocean's worth.
Their youngest son was Animus the bold,
Whose spirit burned with restless, moving fire.
No single form his nature e'er could hold,
His realm would be of motion and desire.
Thus Nectarius, in his wisdom deep,
Became the father of all complex life.
His four great children, each their realm to keep,
Cut through evolution's edge like sharpest knife.
Fair Plantus captured sunlight from above,
While Opima hunted sea and ground.
And Cortica would gather with her love,
While Animus roamed where motion could be found.
As ice retreated from the warming earth,
And Snowball Earth gave way to liquid seas,
These children of Nectarius found their worth,
And spread like pollen carried on the breeze.
But that is tale for future songs to tell,
How complex life arose from single cells.
For now, let Euka's story rest quite well—
His gift of nucleus forever dwells.
In every plant that reaches for the sun,
In every beast that runs across the plain,
The marriage of the first two, when all begun,
Lives on through joy and sorrow, loss and gain.
So honor Euka, father of us all,
And Eve, the power-giver, ever true.
From their great love, both proud and strong and tall,
Came every living thing, including you.