In the quiet of dawn, a ritual begins,
Tea leaves unfurl, revealing hidden dreams.
Steam rises, a gentle whisper of secrets,
As morning light dances in delicate beams.

The cup warms hands, a tender embrace,
Sips of tranquility, a moment of grace.
Each flavor a story, ancient and new,
Unfolding slowly, as the sky turns blue.

In this simple act, a world is created,
Far from the noise, where peace is awaited.
The aroma of tea, a soothing balm,
A drink of harmony, a healing calm.

With every sip, a journey begins,
To lands of mountains, where tea leaves spin.
And in the heart, a melody plays,
The serenade of tea, in the morning haze.