In the quiet dawn, steam whispers tales,
A gentle warmth in porcelain trails.
Golden hues swirl in the morning air,
A soothing ritual, beyond compare.
Leaves unfurl in their graceful dance,
In the cup, they find their chance.
With every sip, the world slows down,
A moment’s peace, a soft renown.
The sun peeks through the window’s seam,
Awakening the soul from its dream.
In the embrace of tea’s gentle hand,
We find solace, understand.
In every drop, a story unfolds,
Of distant lands and tales untold.
A quiet companion, steadfast and true,
In every cup, life’s essence renews.