In the heart of my kitchen, where dreams arise,
Flour dust dances, like stars in the skies.
A whisk in my hand, a melody in my soul,
Each ingredient blending, making me whole.

Butter and sugar, a duet so sweet,
Their fusion, a magic, impossible to beat.
The oven becomes a stage, warm and bright,
Turning raw creations into golden delight.

Rolling pins glide, with effortless grace,
Dough transforms, taking shape in this space.
Spices whisper secrets, ancient and wise,
Filling the air, making spirits rise.

When the timer chimes, a curtain call,
I witness my art, standing proud and tall.
A baker’s symphony, crafted with love,
A perfect harmony, born from above.