In the quiet morning light, they rest,
Fragile shells upon the nest,
Whispering tales of life anew,
In their gentle, rounded view.

A promise wrapped in delicate white,
The dawn of dreams, a hopeful sight,
Each curve and line a story told,
Of warmth and life, of new and old.

Beneath the shell, a world begins,
A soft heartbeat, a silent hymn,
Awaiting time to stretch and grow,
To break the confines and gently flow.

The journey starts from humble bounds,
In quiet nests on soft, warm grounds,
The fragile shells hold life within,
A testament to where all dreams begin.