In the gentle steam of morning’s breath,
A tapestry of spices finds its grace,
Cardamom whispers in the quiet depth,
While cinnamon weaves a warm embrace.

Ginger’s heat sparks a lively dance,
As cloves stand sentinel in the brew,
A fragrant symphony, a sweet romance,
The world awakens as dreams renew.

Milk swirls in a tender, creamy fold,
Blending with tea leaves’ earthly hue,
In every sip, a story is told,
Of distant lands and skies so blue.

Chai’s essence in a humble cup,
Invites the weary soul to pause,
To lift the spirit gently up,
In its warmth, find a moment’s cause.