Oh, pistachio shells,

But now, it\'s time, to transform and renew,

To turn your brittle forms, into something anew,

A canvas waits, for your intricate design,

A mosaic born, from your fragmented spine.

 

Your gentle curves, and swirling patterns blend,

In shades of beige, and hues that never end,

Like nature\'s own, artistic, whimsical play,

You\'re reimagined, in a brighter, more vibrant way.

 

With every piece, a puzzle starts to form,

A masterpiece, that\'s born from your transformed norm,

Your brittle edges, now a delicate lace,

A testament to, the beauty in your empty space.

 

Oh, pistachio shells, you\'ve been reborn,

Into a work of art, that\'s truly sworn,

To captivate, and inspire the eye,

A treasure trove, of wonder, as you touch the sky.

 

Your transformation, is a wondrous thing to see,

From discarded fragments, to a masterpiece of glee,

You\'ve been remade, into a treasure so fine,

A beauty born, from the fragments of your former shrine.

 

Now, you\'re a symbol, of the beauty that\'s found,

In the most unexpected, and discarded grounds,

A reminder that, even in decay and decline,

Lies the potential, for a new, and vibrant design.