Symphony in the Kitchen

In the morning light, the kettle sings,
A melody of steam, soft and clear,
While the toast pops up with a gentle spring,
Golden warmth in the air we hear.
Knives tap rhythm on the chopping board,
Garlic and onions, a fragrant tune,
The blender hums like a chord,
Mixing fruits into a smoothie’s croon.
Pots and pans dance on the stove,
Sizzling whispers, a secret told,
Bubbling soups in a gentle rove,
As flavors meld and stories unfold.
In the kitchen's heart, where love is stirred,
Meals become poetry, word by word.