In the quiet dawn, a kettle hums,
A gentle whisper of leaves unfurls,
Steam rises, weaving dreams,
In a cup, serenity swirls.
The earth’s embrace in liquid form,
A symphony of flavors sings,
With each sip, a moment’s peace,
The essence of tranquility it brings.
The dance of steam, a fleeting grace,
A ballet of warmth in the morning light,
Each droplet tells an ancient tale,
Of gardens kissed by the night.
A brew of peace, a humble gift,
In every leaf, a story spun,
From distant hills and misty lands,
A cup of tea, a journey begun.