In the morning light, the eggs do rest,
Silent soldiers in their porcelain quest.
Fragile shells, a world contained,
Life’s promise tenderly maintained.

Golden yolks like the sun’s embrace,
Hidden within a delicate lace.
A dance begins with the crack and sizzle,
Transforming stillness into a gentle drizzle.

The pan hums with a warm refrain,
As eggs unfold in their humble domain.
A story told through the simplest of things,
Of beginnings, endings, and what life brings.

So let us cherish these morning dreams,
In every egg, a universe it seems.
A quiet symphony played with care,
In every breakfast we share.