In fields of gold where wheat does grow,
Beneath the sun’s warm, gentle glow.
Harvested with care, each grain so small,
Begins its journey, destined for all.
Ground to flour, pure and white,
Milled with love, a bakerâs delight.
Kneaded dough, rising slow,
Patience and warmth, it starts to grow.
In the oven, heat and flame,
Transform the dough, never the same.
Golden crust, aroma sweet,
A simple joy, lifeâs finest treat.
Bread on the table, shared with friends,
Nourishing hearts, where love extends.
From humble grain to cherished loaf,
A story of life, a tale of hope.