In the quiet dawn, the baker’s art unfolds,
Kneading dreams with hands of grace,
A symphony of flour, water, and time,
Crafting warmth in each embrace.
Golden crusts that crackle and sing,
Telling tales of sunlit fields,
In every bite, a journey begins,
Through stories ancient bread reveals.
The hearthâs gentle glow, a witness,
To the rise and fall of tender dough,
A testament to patience and craft,
In each loaf, life’s rhythm flows.
Bread, the humble, steadfast friend,
On tables shared, a bond renewed,
A simple grace, a nourishing end,
In every slice, a world imbued.