In the early morning light, the scent arises, Golden crusts, soft and tender insides, A touch of warmth, a promise…
In fields of gold where wheat does grow, Beneath the sun’s warm, gentle glow. Harvested with care, each grain so…
In the early morn, when dawn’s light is faint, The scent of yeast, a gentle saint, Rises to greet the…
In the quiet dawn, the millstone turns, Transforming grains to dust so fine, A whisper of wheat, a promise of…
In the quiet dawn, the baker’s art unfolds, Golden loaves rise with whispers untold. The scent of warmth, a gentle…