In the dawn’s gentle embrace, steam rises high,
Serenading the senses with a fragrant sigh.
A symphony of leaves, a dance in the pot,
The morning’s first kiss, a moment forgot.

Golden hues swirl in the porcelain sea,
A liquid sonnet, a quiet decree.
Each sip a story, each cup a dream,
In the delicate warmth, hearts find their theme.

The world awakens, yet time stands still,
With every infusion, a moment to fill.
Harmony in a cup, peace in a pour,
The essence of tea, forever adored.

As the day unfolds, and shadows grow long,
The whisper of tea remains a soothing song.
A companion through time, steadfast and true,
In every leaf, a memory anew.