In the quiet of the morning, a cup in hand,
The world awakens gently, as dreams disband.
Each sip a whisper, a promise of the day,
Moments of peace before the light holds sway.

Noon sun dances on the glass, a golden brew,
Conversations flow, connections old and new.
A toast to laughter, to stories shared,
In every clink, a bond repaired.

Evening shadows stretch, a wineglass gleams,
Reflections deep in burgundy streams.
Each taste a journey, to lands afar,
Memories linger, like a guiding star.

Night descends, the world in rest,
A final drink, the day’s behest.
In the silence, a moment still,
The symphony of sip and savor, a heart’s refill.