In the dawn of morning light, they sit,
Quiet orbs of promise, smooth and bright.
In their shells, a world unseen,
Whispers of life, serene and keen.

Cradled gently in a nest of dreams,
They hold the secrets of nature’s schemes.
Silent witnesses to time’s gentle flow,
In their stillness, all futures glow.

The sun rises, warming their skin,
A fragile barrier, worlds within.
In their modest form, they contain,
The essence of life, joy, and pain.

As the pan sizzles, they break free,
A transformation for the world to see.
Their journey ends, yet life begins,
In every bite, a soul’s soft hymn.