Breaking to light

Stick by stick
Twig by twig
Swinging left to right
Making a heap.

Finding a home
Safe and sound
Away from
Disaster bound.

A corner made
warm and cosy
For what is to come
on a day so hazy.

Small little shells
delicate refined
laid upon
soft spoken lines.

Taking turns
Days and nights
spreading warmth
a life ignites.

Breaking the brim
surfaces out
a tender soft
life that spouts.