In the quiet dawn, the baker’s art unfolds,
Golden loaves rise with whispers untold.
The scent of warmth, a gentle serenade,
In every crumb, a memory is made.

Hands that knead with tender might,
Crafting solace through the night.
Yeast and flour in perfect blend,
Bringing comfort, a timeless friend.

From oven’s heart, the bread emerges,
A symphony of flavors it converges.
Crisp crust, soft core beneath,
A simple pleasure, beyond belief.

At the table, stories are shared,
Over slices, souls are bared.
Bread, a humble yet profound delight,
Nourishing hearts, morning to night.