Verses Steeped in the Beauty of Tea

In the quiet hush of early morn,

Before the world's chaos is reborn.

A sacred ritual, simple and pure,

Unfolds within my peaceful abode.

A kettle hums, a flame's soft glow,

As water dances in the chamber below.

The aroma rises, a fragrant delight,

The elixir of calm in the still half-light.

I select my leaves with utmost care,

Each one a story, a journey to share.

From mountains high, and valleys deep,

Their essence captured in every steep.

The teapot, a vessel of porcelain grace,

Holds secrets of time, a sacred space.

I pour the water, a gentle stream,

Awakening leaves from their tranquil dream.

In this serene and ancient act,

I find solace, a peaceful pact.

With every sip, a world unfolds,

A tapestry of tales, both new and old.

The first taste, a gentle embrace,

A symphony of flavors, a subtle grace.

Earthy whispers, hints of the divine,

In each cup, a moment to recline.

As the steam curls in the morning air,

I shed my worries, my worldly care.

The ritual of tea, a mindful art,

A healing balm for the weary heart.

With each sip, I'm transported far,

To distant lands, like a shooting star.

Through rituals of tea, I find my way,

To a tranquil haven, where my spirit can sway.

In the quietude of this sacred brew,

I find a moment, a world anew.

The ritual of tea, a timeless key,

To inner peace and serenity.