In the early morning light, the scent arises,
Golden crusts, soft and tender insides,
A touch of warmth, a promise of delight,
In every slice, a simple joy resides.

The baker’s hands, skilled and steady,
Kneading with love, preparing to feed,
Each loaf a testament to quiet dedication,
A humble gift to those in need.

The table set, the bread is shared,
Among friends and family, moments spared,
Breaking bread, a sacred tradition,
Binding hearts with every piece prepared.

As the day fades, the bread sustains,
Through laughter, tears, and life’s refrains,
A constant presence, a simple pleasure,
In every crumb, a world of gains.