In the gentle hum of morning’s light,
A steaming cup with stories to share,
The clink of cups in a quiet rite,
Simple moments, tender and rare.

Through bustling streets and winding ways,
Footsteps dance to an ancient tune,
In humble acts of everyday,
Cultures bloom like flowers in June.

Gathered ’round the table’s grace,
Laughter echoes, warm and bright,
In shared meals, a sacred space,
Where hearts find comfort in the night.

In every stitch, in every thread,
Hands weave tales of time’s embrace,
In simple acts, culture is fed,
A tapestry of human grace.