In the tender glow of dawn’s first light,
Tea leaves whisper tales of distant lands,
Their fragrance dances in the air, a gentle flight,
Awakening dreams with soothing, gentle hands.
The steam rises like a morning mist,
Cradling warmth in porcelain’s embrace,
Each sip a journey, a fleeting tryst,
Filling the soul with comfort and grace.
Golden hues swirl in the dancing brew,
A symphony of flavors, rich and deep,
Moments of solitude where thoughts renew,
In the quiet, where secrets softly keep.
As the day unfolds, the world awakes,
Yet in this cup, a sanctuary remains,
Where peace abides and spirit takes,
A gentle pause, where calm sustains.