In the dawn’s gentle whisper,
Bread awakens with a sigh,
Golden crust kissed by the sun,
A story woven in flour and sky.

Kneaded by hands, with tender care,
A dance of dough, a rhythmic beat,
Rising slowly in the oven’s embrace,
Where warmth and patience meet.

Each slice speaks of a humble art,
A symphony of taste and time,
Butter spreads like morning’s glow,
On bread’s canvas, so sublime.

In every crumb, a memory lies,
Of hearth and home, of love and grace,
Bread, the gentle keeper of dreams,
Sustains the soul in its warm embrace.