Upon the leaf
the dewdrop does rest.
Nestled amongst the twigs
the egg does rest.
Cradled in the shell
the pearl does rest.
Does your beating heart
In your chest, rest?

Against all the odds
With no sliding off
Atop the satin soft leaves
the dewdrop rests.
No cracking no piercing
Between brittle bramble twigs
the egg nests.
No irregularities and perfectly unique,
In mineral enamel shells
Lays the pearl to rest.

And you
So gently encased
Have you felt
How you do rest?
In your skin, in your chest
So graciously bestowed.

So befriend your abode
It’s where you can rest.
Know your caretaker,
Feel how you are carried
And so sacredly married.
Through sickness and health
For richer or poorer
Through good times and bad
Til death do you part;
So don’t miss your find
To know your true home
That constantly cradles you so.