Beneath a fragile shell, life stirs anew,
An orb of mystery, white and pure,
Holding secrets, unseen by view,
A silent whisper, of creation sure.

The yolk, a sun within its sphere,
Bathed in golden, nurturing light,
Promising warmth, dispelling fear,
In the darkest corners of the night.

Cracks appear, a gentle chime,
Heralding the dawn of life untold,
A testament to nature’s rhyme,
In the egg’s embrace, a story unfolds.

From shell to sky, the journey begins,
Wings unfolding, spirits take flight,
A cycle of life, as old as time,
In the fragile egg, lies infinite might.