Fried Noodles

In a pan that sings with oil and flame,
A humble dish earns a golden name.
Strands of wheat in a tangled embrace,
Dancing in heat with effortless grace.

Garlic whispers, onions sigh,
Soy sauce paints the evening sky.
A crack of egg, a sizzle bright,
Turns simple hunger into delight.

Carrots and greens join the parade,
In this fragrant, savory cascade.
A sprinkle of spice, a touch of sweet,
Every bite a story you can eat.

From street-side carts to tables at home,
A dish that travels yet loves to roam.
In every forkful, warm and true — 
Fried noodles, the world in view.