A pear-shaped vessel small, yet vast in might,
Within its bounds a tender life shall bloom,
Expanding through the trimesters of light,
Till full-term shapes it like a ripe, great plume.
From three to two, and one and half in span,
It grows beyond the pelvis in its course,
Through weeks of forty, size of melon grand,
Two pounds it weighs, a mighty, wondrous force.
Yet swift as springtime turns to summer\'s glow,
The womb contracts, resumes its form with grace,
In six short weeks, by nature’s mystic flow,
Back to its pearly state, its rightful place.
O marvel of creation, life’s pure start,
The womb, a boundless wonder of the heart.