Each egg, a sphere of promise,
Holds a world within its shell,
No two alike, a subtle promise,
Each a story to compel.
From speckled brown to pale white,
A canvas of nature's art,
Each egg, a unique delight,
A brand new, beating heart.
The journey starts within,
A fragile life takes hold,
A silent, hopeful begin,
A story to unfold.
So let us not compare,
But celebrate the grace,
Of each egg, beyond compare,
In its own time and space.
-UNKNOWN
