In the quiet morning light they lie,
Fragile orbs, a mystery inside.
Smooth shells hold secrets tight,
Awaiting the warmth of the sun’s rise.
Beneath the fragile armor, life stirs,
A tiny heartbeat, a silent whisper.
The promise of wings, the gift of flight,
Encased within the shell so white.
Slowly, the world begins to break,
Cracks form, the shell does shake.
A beak emerges, eyes blink wide,
A new life steps into the light.
The journey of the egg, a tale untold,
From fragile shell to wings of gold.
A symbol of hope, a story so grand,
Life begins in the palm of your hand.