In the quiet dawn, the kettle sings,Releasing warmth that the sunrise brings.A gentle steam, a fragrant grace,Awakens dreams in a tranquil space.Leaves unfurl in the amber sea,Whispers of nature, wild and free.Each sip a journey, a tale untold,Crafting stories in cups of gold.Moments blend in the porcelain dance,As time slows down in a fleeting glance.The world retreats, a fleeting haze,In the gentle breath of teaâs embrace.In every cup, a secret lies,A solace found beneath the skies.The heart finds peace in the tender brew,A timeless bond, ever pure and true.