In the quiet morn, where dreams still linger,
A cup of warmth held by tender fingers.
Steam rises gently, a soft caress,
The start of day, a peacefulness to bless.
The leaves unfurl, a dance so serene,
In hot waterâs embrace, a sight unseen.
Aromas blend, a fragrant symphony,
Each sip a moment, a calm epiphany.
Through windows wide, the world awakes,
Yet here, tranquility gently takes.
A pause in time, a brief retreat,
With every taste, the soul feels complete.
As hours pass, the cup runs dry,
But echoes of peace linger nearby.
The gentle whisper of tea remains,
A constant comfort in lifeâs vast plains.