In the quiet dawn, the kitchen hums,
With whispers of flour and sugar’s dance,
Butter melts like golden sun,
A symphony of dreams in every chance.
The whisk sings softly, a gentle breeze,
Mixing hopes in a porcelain bowl,
Each ingredient a memory seized,
Creating warmth that fills the soul.
The oven glows with fiery grace,
Transforming dough to a fragrant art,
Patience bakes in time’s warm embrace,
A masterpiece from the heart.
When the timer rings, the magic’s done,
A sweet creation, tender and bright,
In every bite, a story spun,
A taste of love in every bite.