A warm cup of tea for you

The day unfurls, its tale unfolds,

A symphony of tasks untold.

The clock hand ticks, a relentless beat,

But worries hush, a moment sweet.

A gentle clink, a porcelain ring,

A steaming cup, its comfort brings.

The kettle's song, a soothing sigh,

As amber hues begin to lie

Within the cup, a verdant swirl,

Of leaves unfurling, secrets unfurl.

The steam ascends, a fragrant plume,

Inviting peace to fill the room.

The first soft sip, a warmth that blooms,

Chasing away the afternoon's glooms.

A quiet pause, a mindful space,

A moment stolen, full of grace.

The china warm, a gentle hold,

A solace found, a story told.

Each thoughtful draught, a calming tide,

Rejuvenating, deep inside.

The window whispers, day descends,

In hues of twilight, light transcends.

The world outside, a muted scene,

But here, a haven, ever keen.

The worries waver, lose their hold,

Replaced by peace, a story's fold.

The weight of burdens starts to lift,

Replaced by solace, nature's gift.

A tiny world, within this cup,

Where time can slow, and worries sup.

A simple act, a mindful art,

To mend the spirit, mend the heart.

The final drop, a bittersweet sigh,

A promise whispered, 'neath the sky.

Tomorrow's call, though tasks untold,

For now, I'm held, serene and bold.

The cup sits empty, clean and bright,

A silent friend, in fading light.

The warmth remains, a gentle friend,

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