In fields where golden grains sway,
A humble seed finds its way.
Through sunlit days and moonlit nights,
It dreams of rising to greater heights.

Harvested with gentle hands,
A promise held by ancient lands.
Crushed and milled with tender care,
Transformed to flour, light as air.

Kneaded with love, a rhythmic dance,
A doughy embrace, a second chance.
Resting under a warm, soft cloth,
Patiently waiting, as time spins its wroth.

Baked in ovens, where warmth resides,
A fragrant story, where hope abides.
From seed to slice, a tale complete,
Bread, a simple joy, life’s sweetest treat.