![Egg, By: Jordan Eze](https://i0.wp.com/poetrycatalog.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/Egg-By-Jordan-Eze.png?resize=750%2C420&ssl=1)
Placed in a soft Heaven
Of White and Gold,
Our lives must be open
To new and old.
There will be heat – sometimes,
It wont last long.
Till an oval clock – chimes
And tweets the song.
Fresh Flavors, dont forget.
Live as you wish.
For some seasons you get.
A blissful dish.