Pristine eggs, fire hardened first, then covered with a glow.
Glisten, perfected in delicate strokes, the artistry reveals its flow.
Exquisite on its platform stand, capture our eye of taste.
One cannot view them quickly there; relish not in haste.
Likened to a saint of God, first hardened through fire’s trial.
Thereafter placed in perfected state; just waiting for a while.
Until the Master artist takes the piece, His presence to fulfill.
And gently places it in heaven’s window sill.