In the quiet dawn, beneath the sky’s soft glow,
Lies a cradle of dreams, where life begins to flow.
Fragile shells guard secrets, with whispers untold,
A promise of renewal in the morning’s gentle hold.

Each egg a universe, a world within its shell,
Holding stories of nature, with mysteries to tell.
Warmth and care embrace them, in a nest of tender grace,
Awaiting the sun’s embrace, to join the morning’s race.

The breaking morn awakens, with a song of golden hue,
As eggs transform to nourishment, to start the day anew.
A symphony of flavors, with perfumes that arise,
Filling hearts with comfort, beneath the open skies.

So let us cherish these treasures, from nest to plate they come,
Reminding us of nature’s gift, in every rising sun.
For in each humble egg, a miracle unfolds,
A testament to life’s beauty, in its simple, quiet hold.