In the depths of life's beginning,
A sanctuary pure and true,
Lies a haven of serenity,
A mother's womb, where life anew.
A place of warmth and safety,
Where love and care entwine,
A cradle of eternal peace,
A sacred, hallowed shrine.
Within this realm of darkness,
A tiny spark ignites,
A heartbeat, soft and rhythmic,
A beacon in the night.
Nurtured by a mother's love,
A bond that knows no end,
A life begins to flourish,
A miracle to comprehend.
The gentle lull of heartbeat,
A soothing, constant sound,
A lullaby of reassurance,
In this haven, peace is found.
As days turn into weeks and months,
The miracle unfolds,
A tiny being, growing strong,
A story yet untold.
And when the time has come at last,
To leave this place of rest,
A mother's arms await with love,
To cradle and caress.
For in the womb, a bond was formed,
A love that knows no bounds,
A mother and her precious child,
In eternal peace, they're found.
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