In the gentle glow of dawn’s embrace,
The baker’s hands begin their dance,
Kneading dreams into the dough,
A symphony of warmth and chance.

Through rising time and patient rest,
The loaf becomes a humble grace,
Crusty armor, golden crest,
A fragrant tale of time and place.

Each slice a story, soft and sweet,
Of fields of grain and summer’s sun,
In every bite, life’s simple treat,
A journey shared by everyone.

So let us gather, break and share,
This humble bread, a bond renewed,
In crust and crumb, we find our care,
A timeless feast, our souls imbued.