Early spring morn
Sat for a cup of tea.
Dawn's light shimmered
‘Pon the surface of the brew.
Seemingly, bird songs soared
On the wings of the steamy vapor.
What a way to start the day.
Each spoonful was like the
Sweetness of the morning dew.
‘Pon stirring, the clanging of
The spoon against the cup
Reminded of morning chimes
Heard in the wind.
The tea, itself, was as black as
The night, which fled the dawn.
And sipping from the cup
Was as the heart musing on
All that nature has to offer
Comes the dawn.
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