In the quiet dawn, the day begins anew,
With the gentle aroma of morning brew.
A symphony of warmth in each sip,
Awakens the soul, lets dreams slip.

The steam dances in the morning light,
A comforting presence in the twilight.
Every drop, a story to be told,
Of moments lived, of memories bold.

Coffee in hand, the world seems slow,
A melody of peace, a gentle flow.
In every cup, a whisper of calm,
A soothing touch, a healing balm.

With each breath, the essence lingers,
Warming the heart, tingling the fingers.
The day unfolds, a canvas anew,
Painted with the hues of morning brew.