"Galactic Glance: The Cosmos Through a Coffee Cup"

In a corner cafe, on a drizzly morn,

Sat a man with his coffee, feeling forlorn.

He pondered the foam, the beans, and the cup,

Wondered if the universe had brewed him up.

“Consider the bean,” said a voice from behind,

A wise old woman, with a galaxy in her mind.

“It journeyed far, through sun, soil, and rain,

Yet here in your cup, its essence remains.”

He chuckled, “It's just coffee, nothing profound.”

She winked, “Ah, but there's more to be found!

The water, the milk, the sugar you stir,

Each tells a tale, if you're keen to concur.”

“Water, the element, that's been here from the start,

Once frozen in comets, now warms your heart.

And milk, oh dear, from cows that graze,

On grass that danced in the sun’s golden rays.”

“Sugar, sweet sugar, from plants tall and green,

Processed and packaged, yet nature’s own sheen.

Your cup, my lad, is a cosmos confined,

An echo of stardust, in a daily grind.”

He laughed, now amused, “But what does this mean?

Are we all just latte art, in a grand caffeine dream?”

“Perhaps,” she replied, “or maybe there's more,

Every sip is a journey, a cosmic folklore.

The universe and you, are not far apart,

It's a dance, a rhythm, a caffeinated art.”

“Open your eyes, see the magic within,

From galaxies far to the cream on your skin.

For in the mundane, the simple, the small,

Lies the secret of cosmos, the answer to all.”

He gazed at his coffee, no longer the same,

A brew of existence, not just a hot beverage in name.

With a smile and a nod, the old lady did part,

Leaving the man with wonder, and a caffeinated heart.

So, next time you sip, be it tea or brew stout,

Remember the cosmos is all about.

In every taste, sound, sight, or feel,

Lies a universe vast, turning like a wheel.

Share, ponder, laugh, or just take a sip,

For life’s grandest adventures often start with a trip,

Down the lanes of thought, where dreams intertwine,

All over a simple, warm cup of sunshine.