In the cradle of dawn, where whispers start,
A gentle brew begins its art.
Leaves unfurl in the morning light,
Crafting warmth with every sight.

Steam dances in a tender embrace,
Carrying dreams we long to chase.
A sip of solace, a moment’s grace,
In the humble cup’s quiet space.

The world outside may rush and roar,
Yet here, tranquility we explore.
In golden hues, the hours suspend,
As tea and time become a friend.

The fading light, a gentle sigh,
As evening wraps the sky in dye.
A final cup, a whispered night,
Where peace and tea in dreams unite.