In the quiet dawn, a kettle sings,
The steam rises, a gentle dance,
Leaves unfurl in the warming embrace,
A morning ritual, a sacred trance.
Golden hues swirl in porcelain cups,
A fragrant symphony in each sip,
Stories unfold in every drop,
Whispers of distant lands on the lip.
The warmth spreads, a gentle caress,
Comfort found in the simplest brew,
Moments pause, the world at rest,
In the solace of a gentle view.
Time slows in the amber glow,
Conversations linger, tales retold,
In the heart of a steaming bowl,
A quiet connection, timeless and bold.