French Bread Poem by Bagel Bro

I wish i could live inside a warm loaf of French bread,
The scent fusing all around me,
A fresh smell that also gives you the satisfaction of feeling whole.
As I walk down the brick path and witness the busy streets, I cannot help but stop and admire the difference between the countryside and the city.
The crunchy city, populated and lively, enormous stores left and right
The soft country, empty and serene, the presence of rich history embodies this hill as I watch the tall grass blow calmly in the wind.
All of France encapsulated into one loaf of bread,
The satisfying scent of a country, always aware of its past, living in the present.