In the quiet of the morning, flour dusts the air,
Soft hands knead dough with tender care.
Butter melts, sugar blends, a harmony so sweet,
Each ingredient a note, making the symphony complete.
The oven hums a gentle, warming song,
As aromas dance, where they belong.
Rising slowly, golden crust appears,
A testament to patience, conquering fears.
Whisks and bowls, a ballet of creation,
Mixing memories and love, pure elation.
A sprinkle of joy, a dash of delight,
Baking dreams in the soft morning light.
When the timer chimes, a moment so grand,
A masterpiece emerges from my hand.
Each slice a story, each taste a rhyme,
The art of baking, timeless and sublime.