A cup of tea in the afternoon

The sun dips low, a golden hue,

Across the rooftops, clear and blue.

The world outside begins to slow,

A gentle hush, a time to know

The comfort of a steaming cup,

Of fragrant tea, that lifts me up.

The kettle sings, a gentle sigh,

As porcelain warms, a waiting sigh.

The leaves unfurl, a verdant dance,

Releasing secrets, given chance.

Amber liquid, warm and bright,

Infused with essence, pure delight.

The first soft sip, a welcome friend,

Chases away the day's long end.

A moment stolen, just for me,

A quiet pause, a reverie.

The steam ascends, a wispy curl,

Carrying cares, unfurling, unfurling.

The scent of meadows, fresh and sweet,

Invites the soul to find retreat.

The china gleams, a gentle touch,

Warmth in my hands, I love so much.

Each thoughtful sip, a silent grace,

A calming balm for time and space.

The windowpane reflects the light,

As day surrenders to the night.

A world transformed, in shades of dusk,

But here, a haven, filled with musk.

The worries fade, like shadows dim,

Replaced by peace, a gentle hymn.

The weight of tasks begins to ease,

Replaced by moments meant to please.

A tiny world, within this cup,

Where worries hush, and time stands up.

A ritual, a simple art,

To mend the spirit, mend the heart.

The final drop, a bittersweet sigh,

A promise whispered, beneath the sky.

Tomorrow's dawn, with tasks untold,

But for this moment, I'm content, and bold.

The cup sits empty, clean and white,

A silent witness to the fading light.

The warmth remains, a gentle friend,

Until we meet again, my cup of tea, until the end.

thank you for reading, absorbing, contemplating, daydreaming and imagining me in Indonesia.