Brewing Beauty

A pot of water, on the stove to heat

A chestnut brown, with a aroma sweet

Beans grinded fine, they're added with care

The smell, a warm and inviting air

The pot begins to perk and hiss

A symphony, of the coffee's bliss

The water, now a clear blue hue

As the coffee steeps, the aroma grew

Finally, the pot is poured

The liquid gold, its beauty adored

A sip is taken, the taste divine

The coffee, a elixir, its flavour refined

And as the cup is lifted high

The aroma fills the air and nearby

It's a moment of pure ecstasy

The coffee, a saviour, it's beauty free.