In the quiet dawn, where dreams still linger,
A cup of warmth, a gentle whisper,
Leaves unfold in a tender embrace,
In this moment, I find my grace.

Steam rises softly, a fleeting ghost,
Warming hands, a heart engrossed,
Each sip a journey, a story untold,
In the dance of tea, serenity unfolds.

Sunlight filters through the morning haze,
Casting glimmers on the amber glaze,
A ritual of solace, a pause in time,
In every drop, a silent rhyme.

The world awakens, yet here I stay,
In the calm of tea, I drift away,
A solace found in the simplest of things,
In the gentle dance of tea, my soul sings.