The Egg
I was visiting Grandfather Tree one day in October 2017, when out walking with Jet my Black Labrador Retriever. Deciding to sit for a while under the huge expanse of this majestic tree, I caught sight of a broken eggshell that I can only assume had fallen from the nest high above. As Jet went off exploring I let my imagination flow back towards the egg and its long departed resident. The Egg The eggshell that’s hatched upon the ground Is now devoid of flesh and sound The spark of life, like fire ignited The being within, that since has flighted Completing it’s challenge, of breaking through The safety zone, that it outgrew Each moment now is for exploring The flock it joined, as ‘One’, are soaring © Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2017 – Expression #171 13.10.17 – cherylmarycoleman.com I f you like this poem please feel free to share, as it may just be what someone needs to brighten thei...