In the quiet dawn, a gentle brew,With whispers of serenity, it flows,Warmth cradles the waking soul,A dance of leaves in tranquil repose.Beneath the steam, stories unfold,In every sip, a tale anew,From distant lands, journeys untold,In golden hues, the morning grew.The porcelain cup holds tender dreams,A moment’s pause in life’s quick race,Amidst the rush, the world redeems,In simple grace, we find our place.As daylight fades, the kettle sings,A soothing note in twilight’s glow,In every cup, a solace clings,In every drop, an endless flow.