In the quiet dawn of morning light,
Eggs lie nestled, pure and white,
A symbol of beginnings, so small, so bright,
Holding secrets of life, hidden from sight.

Fragile shells that guard so tight,
The promise of life, in shadows of night,
Awaiting the warmth, a nurturing might,
To break free and take flight.

Cracked open, they reveal their gold,
A story of life, yet to be told,
In the humble egg, wonders unfold,
A magic so ancient, forever bold.

From breakfast tables to gourmet delight,
Eggs transform with culinary insight,
A versatile gem, in every bite,
The simple egg, a daily rite.