In the quiet of the morning light,
A pot of chai begins its flight.
Cinnamon whispers, ginger hums,
In every sip, a song becomes.

The cardamom dances with a clove,
In a gentle, fragrant grove.
Milk and tea leaves, hand in hand,
Create a brew so warm and grand.

Steam rises, a comforting mist,
Chai’s embrace is hard to resist.
It tells a tale of distant lands,
Of ancient times, of skilled hands.

As the day unfolds its wings,
Chai’s melody softly sings.
A symphony in every cup,
Chai’s golden warmth lifts us up.