In the quiet dawn, it calls to me,
A melody of warmth in a steaming cup,
With every sip, the world slows down,
Finding solace in its gentle embrace.

Dark and rich, a liquid muse,
Crafting stories in the wisps of steam,
The aroma weaves tales of distant lands,
A silent companion in the solitude.

Awakening the soul with each caress,
It dances upon my weary tongue,
A bittersweet symphony of comfort,
Guiding thoughts to tranquil shores.

In the shadows of the waking day,
Coffee’s whispers beckon softly,
A timeless ritual of simple joy,
Where dreams and reality intertwine.