When the Baby in the Womb Was Chilling
A silent world, a watery space,
Where shadows dance and light takes chase.
A soft, warm home, a cosy nest,
Where tiny limbs find gentle rest.
The world outside, a distant hum,
A muffled beat, a muffled drum.
But here, it's quiet, calm and deep,
A peaceful slumber, secrets to keep.
The baby floats a weightless dream,
In amniotic fluid, a silver stream.
No need for worries, no need for strife,
Just gentle rocking, a blissful life.
A tiny hand, a tiny foot,
Exploring space, a gentle loot.
The umbilical cord, a lifeline strong,
Connecting to the world, where it belongs.
The mother's heartbeat, a steady beat,
A lullaby, a comforting treat.
The baby listens, knows no fear,
Just love and warmth, oh so near.
The world outside is a distant call,
But here, it's safe, within this wall.
Awaiting the day, the time to come,
When the baby's journey has begun.
So, chill, little one, in your watery bliss,
Let the world outside, just kiss
Your dreams with whispers, soft and low,
For now, it's just you, and the gentle flow.
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