Morning's Breakfast

To an alien gracing our blue-green sphere,

I'd introduce a morn's delight, so dear.

With a celestial smile, their taste buds explore,

As I share with them pancakes, morning's allure.

In a rustic kitchen, where sunrise ignites,

I'd guide them to where dawn takes its flights.

"Behold," I'd declare, "this fluffy creation,

Pancakes, a symbol of day's sweet foundation."

The alien, intrigued, would savor each bite,

Their senses awakened, their spirits alight.

Hotcakes, flapjacks, with syrup's gentle flow,

In this early ritual, they'd find a soft, warm glow.

I'd spin tales of maple sap, butter's sweet grace,

How pancakes enfold us in morning's embrace.

The poetry in a stack, a shared morning respite,

As the alien embraced the Earth's dawning light.

In this timeless moment, where dawn and dusk meet,

We'd connect over breakfast, our friendship complete.

For in these simple cakes, a world of reflection,

A taste of Earth's love and morning's affection.

So, in a world of flavors and sunrise's grace,

I'd introduce an alien to pancakes, our morning's embrace.

In this ritual so cherished, a connection would grow,

As we welcomed each day, with hearts all aglow.