In the hush of dawn’s first light,
A gentle brew begins its flight,
The steam that rises, softly sways,
Whispers of hope for coming days.

The rich aroma fills the air,
A promise of warmth, a tender care,
In each sip, the world slows down,
A moment’s peace, a gentle crown.

Midst swirling thoughts and morning’s grace,
A cup in hand, a quiet space,
The heart finds rhythm, mind finds ease,
In coffee’s warmth, simple peace.

As dreams awaken with the sun,
A liquid muse, a day begun,
With every drop, a story spun,
A gentle start, a journey won.