In the quiet morning light, it begins,
A delicate dance, a liquid embrace,
The gentle whisper of tea sings softly,
Warming hands, soothing the soul’s grace.

Leaves unfurl, a tender bloom in water,
Releasing stories of distant lands,
Inhale the essence of the earth’s offering,
A journey held in your gentle hands.

The steam rises like dreams in the air,
A moment’s pause, a serene retreat,
In every sip, a world of calm unfolds,
Binding hearts in a tranquil beat.

Time slows down, wrapped in fragrant curls,
In the presence of this ancient art,
A simple cup, a shared connection,
Tea, the healer of every heart.