Long ago, in a world sweet and warm, Tiny hands mixed sugar and charm.
Stars sprinkled down as recipes flowed, Whispers of cookies in the night showed.
The oven door creaked with stories untold, Cakes of colors, like rainbows bold.
Flour danced in circles, the galaxy's spin, In every grain, a secret held within.
We knead the cosmos, we roll the dough, In quantum baking, time's rivers flow.