In the quiet dawn, the bread awakes,
Golden crust kissed by morning’s light,
A gentle whisper as the oven breaks,
Filling hearts with warmth and delight.

Kneaded dreams in flour and hope,
Rising softly with time’s tender hand,
Each slice a story, a fragrant scope,
Of hearth and home, a promise grand.

The butter melts in a tender embrace,
On soft interiors, a silken glide,
A simple joy, a sacred space,
Where love and sustenance reside.

Oh, bread of life, in humble grace,
You nourish souls with every bite,
A timeless bond we softly trace,
In every dawn, in every night.