In the quiet morning light they lie, Fragile orbs, a mystery inside. Smooth shells hold secrets tight, Awaiting the warmth…
In the morning light, they sit so still, Shelled in white, a silent thrill. Fragile orbs of lifeâs own art,…
Beneath a fragile shell, life stirs anew, An orb of mystery, white and pure, Holding secrets, unseen by view, A…