In the early dawn, where shadows fade,
A cup of coffee, serenades.
Steam rises like whispers in the air,
A morning ritual, beyond compare.
Bitter notes and caramel sweet,
In every sip, worlds meet.
A dance of flavors, bold and mild,
Each moment savored, soft and wild.
In porcelain cups, stories reside,
Of dreams, of thoughts, unspoken, untied.
Through caffeine’s gentle, warm embrace,
We find our rhythm, our daily grace.
The day begins with this sacred brew,
A bond that’s old, yet ever new.
In coffee’s depths, we seek and find,
The whispers of our wandering mind.