In the quiet hush of dawn’s embrace,
A steamy whisper starts its grace.
The gentle dance of morning brews,
Awakens dreams and paints new hues.

Golden streams from roasted ground,
In porcelain cups, their warmth is found.
A bittersweet cascade of time,
In every drop, the soul’s sweet rhyme.

With every sip, a story told,
Of distant lands and secrets old.
Aromas weave through air like song,
A solace sought, where hearts belong.

As daylight breaks, the world awakes,
Each cup a promise that it makes.
In coffee’s arms, we find our way,
To face anew the dawning day.