In the quiet dawn’s gentle light,
Eggs rest in their woven nest,
Whispering secrets of life untold,
Within their shells, dreams unfold.
Fragile ovals of mystery,
Wrapped in nature’s tender embrace,
Holding the promise of new beginnings,
A silent story of life’s grace.
The shell, a guardian’s gentle touch,
Protecting life from the world’s rush,
Cradling futures, hopes, and dreams,
In its quiet, serene streams.
As dawn breaks with golden hue,
The world awakes to morning dew,
Eggs will crack, and life will spring,
A testament to all they bring.