In the gentle steam that softly swirls,
A world of whispers, tales unfurls,
From verdant leaves, in gardens grown,
To cups where warmth and comfort’s sown.
A sip of tea, a quiet pause,
A moment’s peace, with nature’s laws,
Infused with sun, and kissed by dew,
Each cup a story, old yet new.
Green and fresh, a morning’s cheer,
Or black and bold, when day is near,
Oolong’s depth, a mystery’s fold,
And white tea’s grace, like liquid gold.
In porcelain cups or simple clay,
Through rainy nights or sunny day,
Tea unites, with warmth it brings,
A dance of flavors, life’s small things.
So brew a pot, and pour a cup,
Let worries fade, let joy well up,
In every leaf, a secret lies,
In every brew, a thousand skies.
For tea, my friend, is more than drink,
It’s time to breathe, to pause and think,
In every drop, the world we see,
A taste of calm, a cup of tea.
