In the quiet dawn, flour whispers soft,
A dance of sugar and spice aloft.
Eggs crack with gentle, rhythmic grace,
In mixing bowls, a sweet embrace.

Butter melts in golden streams,
In the kitchen, the heart’s dreams.
Spatulas glide with tender might,
Turning batter into morning light.

Aroma rises, warm and sweet,
Promises of joy in every beat.
Ovens hum with gentle heat,
As time and love in flavors meet.

Crusts form with a perfect hue,
A symphony of scents anew.
Baking brings a world untold,
In each bite, a story unfolds.