In the quiet of the morning’s hush,
A cup of tea begins my day,
Its warmth, a gentle, soothing touch,
Chasing the morning chill away.

The leaves unfurl, a dance in steam,
An art of patience, slow and true,
Each sip a whisper, soft and dream,
A world of calm in every brew.

Afternoon light through windows gleam,
As flavors blend, both rich and rare,
A moment’s pause, a tranquil theme,
In fragrant notes, beyond compare.

As twilight falls, the day concludes,
With tea in hand, I find my peace,
A ritual of ancient moods,
Where heart and soul find their release.