In the quiet morn, the kettle sings,
A gentle whistle, the promise of peace,
Leaves unfurl in the steaming embrace,
A symphony of warmth, a moment of grace.

Golden hues swirl in porcelain sea,
A delicate dance, a fragrant plea,
Whispers of jasmine, echoes of mint,
Secrets of gardens, in each little hint.

Hands wrapped around the comforting cup,
Stories unfold with each tender sup,
A journey of senses, a pause in time,
The world slows down, a rhythm sublime.

In the heart of tea, wisdom flows,
A gentle reminder, the world it shows,
Find solace in sips, let worries cease,
In the art of tea, discover your peace.