In the quiet dawn, the aroma dances,
A gentle whisper, a warm embrace,
Cups filled with stories, untold romances,
In each sip, a tranquil grace.

Morning light kisses the window pane,
Golden hues in the steaming mist,
A symphony of warmth, a sweet refrain,
In every drop, dreams persist.

Coffee grounds weave tales of old,
From distant lands, where sunrises bloom,
In the depths of the cup, secrets unfold,
Awakening souls from their slumbering gloom.

With each swirl, a moment to savor,
Bittersweet notes in harmony,
Time slows down for this cherished flavor,
A simple brew, profound serenity.