In the nest of golden straw, a miracle awaits,
Fragile shells hold life, in quiet embrace.
Beneath the warmth of nurturing wings,
An egg dreams of dawn, where the songbird sings.

The morning sun awakens, casting gentle light,
Cradled in the hands of time, an egg’s quiet flight.
Cracks appear, a whisper of new beginnings,
Transforming simple shells into hopeful winnings.

In the kitchen’s embrace, the egg finds its place,
A dance of flavors, a harmonious grace.
Whisked and scrambled, or softly poached,
Each form a tribute, to the journey approached.

As breakfast is served, a story unfolds,
Of life and nourishment, in its many molds.
From fragile shells to morning’s delight,
The egg’s journey ends with the first bite.