The flowers are blooming, birds are singing lullabies to their nestlings, everything feels new, fresh, and clean, but my brother is still stuck inside this shell. He was supposed to hatch two weeks ago and it is time for me to take drastic action, so I can get him to get out of his prison. It took a lot effort from me to roll him up this hill and I need to roast him in the fire for a few minutes to create the optimal environment before I push him down the hill. When he reaches the bottom of the hill, he will smash into the ground and crack the egg shell open breaking him free, so he can marry Old Mother Hubbard. Hatching from an egg is not always all that it is cracked up to be.
Written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles weekly inspirational art piece.