In the quiet morn, where dew-kissed leaves await,
A gentle whisper, the promise of the day.
Steeped in warmth, a dance of flavors entwined,
Tea unfolds stories, in every cup, a tale to say.

The steam rises, a gentle mist of dreams,
Carrying the essence of distant lands.
Sip by sip, the world slows its hurried streams,
In the cradle of porcelain, peace commands.

Golden hues and shades of verdant green,
A symphony of nature’s gentle art.
In each brewed drop, a moment serene,
Tea binds souls, though oceans apart.

So let the leaves unfurl their gentle grace,
In the quiet corners of heart and mind.
A cup of tea, a timeless embrace,
Where solace and serenity we find.