In the morning light, they sit so still,
Shelled in white, a silent thrill.
Fragile orbs of lifeâs own art,
Holding secrets at their heart.
Gentle shell so smooth and pale,
Whispering secrets, a delicate tale.
Cracked open, a burst of gold,
Stories of life begin to unfold.
Boiled or fried, poached or scrambled,
The essence of dawn, softly handled.
Nourishment in each graceful curve,
A humble offering that we deserve.
From nest to pan, a journey brief,
A testament to natureâs belief.
In each small egg, a world contained,
The fragile symphony, perfectly sustained.