Porcelain hums in morning blue
Steam curls soft honest and true
No voices crowd this fragile air
Warmth sits still in humble care
Sip by sip the world slows down
Breath arrives without a crown
Quiet hands find gentle ground
Truth rises without a sound
Solitude feels rich not bare
Gratitude unfolds like prayer
Soft routine becomes new skin
Tender strength grows from within
Tea cools sunlight strokes the cup
Lonely once now rising up
Joy exists in silent view—
Life tastes deeper brewed for two:
You and You