In the quiet morning light, the kettle sings,
Whispering secrets of warmth and peace,
A dance of leaves in water’s embrace,
Bringing solace, a moment of release.
The steam swirls, a delicate mist,
Carrying the fragrance of ancient lands,
Each sip a journey, a gentle twist,
Binding hearts with unseen strands.
From garden to cup, a tale of care,
Of hands that nurture, of sun and rain,
A humble brew with love to share,
Easing sorrows, soothing pain.
As the day unfolds, and shadows grow,
In tea’s embrace, we find our calm,
A ritual of grace, a gentle flow,
A cup of tea, a healing balm.