In the quiet dawn, a kettle sings
Whispering tales of ancient springs
Leaves unfold in a dance serene
A ritual of peace, pure and clean

The steam rises, a gentle mist
Embracing moments that persist
In every sip, a story told
Of nature’s warmth, of treasures old

Cups clink softly in the air
Shared in silence, a bond so rare
The world outside fades to a blur
In this moment, hearts confer

As the day grows and shadows fall
The tea remains, a friend to all
In every brew, a promise keeps
Of solace found in the heart that leaps