The coiled roof
Of unseen canopy
Plump eggshell
Of gravid earth.

In the springtime
Eggs are hatching
Wings of the souls
Let them free to fly
To the blissful shores.

Like Prophet Jonas
In the whale’s belly
Hiding and awaking
Rising to new life
Ascending to the peak.

A time of being born
On the mortal ground
A time to grow wings
A time to fly timeless
From the hatching egg.