In the quiet dawn, a gentle sigh,
The kettle whispers, steam rising high,
A ritual begins, a dance with grace,
Coffee’s aroma fills the space.
Golden hues in the morning light,
A sip of warmth, a taste so right,
The world awakens with each brew,
Moments cherished, old and new.
In the cup, stories softly blend,
Whispers of comfort, a faithful friend,
Each drop a promise, a gentle start,
Coffee weaves its spell, heart to heart.
In solitude or gathered round,
In coffee’s presence, joy is found,
A timeless bond, a daily rite,
Embracing morning, chasing night.