In layers delicate, the dough is spun,
A crescent-shaped embrace, warm and sweet,
Butter and flour, in union complete,
Baked to perfection, a morning sun.
Golden flakiness, a work well done,
A dance of flavours, a joy to greet,
Breakfast's delight, a culinary feat,
Croissant's allure, a pastry to be won.
With each bite, a symphony unfolds,
Crunchy exterior, soft within,
Morning's comfort, a story told.
In Baker's hands, where dreams begin,
A sonnet in every buttery fold,
Croissant's magic, a taste akin.
