In the kitchen’s soft embrace, they lie,
Golden circles beneath the morning sky,
A dance of sugar, butter, and flour,
Whispers of sweetness in the quiet hour.

Crumbs scatter like dreams on the table,
Stories of warmth, both old and fable,
Each bite a memory, a gentle call,
Of laughter shared, a feast for all.

Warmth seeps from the oven’s gentle glow,
A symphony of scents, a gentle flow,
Cinnamon whispers, chocolate sings,
In every cookie, a moment springs.

Gathered hands reach with tender grace,
For these treasures time cannot replace,
In every bite, a world unfurls,
A journey wrapped in sugar swirls.