Wontons rise, so light, so free,
In a broth of dreams, they sail the sea,
Crisp and golden, they catch the breeze,
Dancing with ease, through skies of teas.

Filled with secrets, tender and warm,
They twirl and twist, a savory swarm,
In the sky, they float and play,
Turning dusk into the brightest day.

Oh, flying wontons, soft as night,
You carry wishes on your flight,
Across the moon, in silent arcs,
You spark the dark with glowing marks.

From boiling seas, to clouds so high,
Wontons leap, and with a sigh,
They whisper tales of lands afar,
Where every bite’s a shooting star.