We dash around in our busy worlds.
Crashing, bashing as something unfurls.
Quietly.
We run. We skip. We announce we are here!
See us! Believe us! Let us all cheer!
Slowly the snail begins to unwind,
to open one eye, to throw out the bind,
that kept it safe and calm in its egg.
It stretches. It creeps. It irons out its head.
We shout. We fight. We dance and display.
Our hair! Our clothes! Our joy with the day!
As the snail slides and slithers, slowly turns its head,
finding some comfort in a neighbouring egg.
We dash around in our busy worlds,
Crashing, bashing as something unfurls.
Quietly. Cocooned in company.
Curling carefully into life.