While I love and miss coffee,
Having a cup of tea
In the morning and night
Offers a welcomed respite.
Steam curls like a whispered sigh,
A gentle hush as time drifts by.
Golden hues in porcelain pools,
Warming hands, softening rules.
A sip of chamomile, calm and deep,
Lulling my worries, coaxing sleep.
Earl Grey’s citrus, bold yet bright,
A steady hand in morning light.
Each fragrant leaf, a quiet friend,
A moment’s peace that doesn’t end.
So here’s to tea, my heart's delight—
A simple joy, both warm and light.