In the cradle of the morning light,
Lies a humble shell, so pure, so bright.
A world within, unseen, untold,
A treasure of warmth, a secret to unfold.
Cracked open with tender care,
Reveals a sunlit golden flare.
The yolk of dreams, the white of hope,
Together they form lifeâs delicate rope.
Whispering tales of morning meals,
Of sunny-side grace and scrambled appeals.
A dance of flavors, rich and bold,
In every bite, a story told.
From nests of straw to kitchens warm,
The egg embraces every form.
A silent promise, a gentle call,
In simple shells, lifeâs beauty enthralls.