Baker

First you pour and mix,
_than you kneed till silk.
Then you let it grow,
_after, force it's fall.

Then you make it's shape,
_heating oven great.
Let it grow a bit.
_Put in oven's heat.

Seen the brownie hip,
_cooler make a bit.
Let it bake along,
_listen for it's song.


From your fin-ger-tip
_rise the bread you feed.
It holds warmth and love
_from your palms - it's birth.