In the quiet of the kitchen, where dreams softly rise,Flour dances in the air, beneath gentle, knowing eyes.Butter whispers secrets, as it melts in tender grace,And sugar spins its magic, weaving sweetness into space.Yeast awakens from slumber, with a promise to unfold,Transforming simple dough into stories yet untold.Eggs bring their golden light, binding hope and desire,While spices lend their warmth, a flicker of home’s fire.Kneading hands move like poets, crafting verses, line by line,Each fold a silent stanza, each press a rhythmic sign.The oven hums a lullaby, as aromas softly bloom,A symphony of alchemy, dispelling every gloom.From the oven’s gentle warmth, emerges a golden crust,A testament to patience, to faith, and simple trust.In that sacred moment, where creation meets its end,Baking is a journey, where heart and flour blend.