A Embryos Journey Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A tiny seed, a special start,
Life begins, a brand new part.
From sperm and egg, a code so grand,
A journey starts across the land.

It travels slow, a tiny ball,
To mother's womb, it gives its all.
A week it takes, then settles deep,
Secrets of life, it starts to keep.

It burrows in, a gentle hold,
A story waiting to unfold.
By three weeks small, a beating heart,
A rice grain's size, right from the start.

Then five weeks pass, a pea so neat,
With tiny limbs and little feet.
By eight weeks now, a fetus grown,
With organs formed, and seeds all sown.

Like time reversed, a frozen sleep,
Then woken up, secrets to keep.
From years ago, a life so new,
A record broken, shining through.

New ways to help, a womb so kind,
A borrowed chance, for moms to find.
Models of life, like tiny art,
No real embryos, playing a part.

And now we see, in pictures bright,
That moment new, with all its light.
Implantation's grace, so clear and true,
A vital step, for me and you.