In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
The eggs lie still and soft,
Whispering secrets of the earth,
Awaiting their morning call.
A fragile shell, a world within,
Life’s promise wrapped in white,
Cradled in the morning’s hand,
Ready to awaken delight.
The skillet sings a sizzle song,
As yolks burst forth in gold,
A dance of warmth and nourishment,
A story in each fold.
From humble shell to morning feast,
The eggs fulfill their role,
A silent symphony of life,
That nourishes the soul.