In the quiet of dawn, the kitchen awakes,
Flour dust dances, as the sun gently breaks.
The whisk’s soft hum, a lullaby of dreams,
In the heart of the home, where joy softly gleams.

Butter and sugar, a sweet serenade,
With each gentle fold, a masterpiece made.
The oven’s warm embrace, a lover’s kind heat,
Transforming raw elements into a treat.

The aroma of vanilla, a whisper of grace,
Cinnamon swirls, a tender embrace.
Golden crusts form, a promise fulfilled,
In each perfect bite, love is distilled.

As the day progresses, the kitchen hums on,
A symphony of baking, from dusk until dawn.
With each creation, a story is spun,
In the language of sweets, where hearts are won.