This was Difficult :l

The grains of the wheat, as coarse as sand

Are ground into flour, the sustenance of man

Dough as thick as a blanket is rolled out

Certain to satiate, without a doubt

Thrown in the oven, the tray burrs with heat

The shades of pastry, puffing into something good to eat

As a wave of heat puffs out from the oven like an explosion

It emerges, then gets brushed with a thick edible buttery lotion

Periwinkle flower is placed ever so meticulously

On this pastry that is molecularly

The best tasting in all the land