In dawn’s first light, the baker’s art,
A symphony in rising dough,
Warmth and comfort, fresh and tart,
A love that only bread can show.

Yeast and flour, a magic blend,
Kneaded with care, a tender touch,
In ovens where the flames ascend,
Bread’s embrace, we crave so much.

Crusty loaves and soft brioche,
Baguettes that tell of distant shores,
Simple joys in every morsel,
Bread, the heart of kitchen stores.

From humble grains to golden crust,
A story told in each fresh slice,
In bread we place our simple trust,
A daily gift, a small delight.