In the quiet hum of dawn,
When shadows still clutch the earth,
My hands, in rhythmic ceremony,
Craft a potion of warmth and rebirth.
The kettle's soft sigh,
And the coffee's rich aroma that blankets the air,
Awakens my world with a whispered prayer,
A daily ritual, an altar of morning flare.
Each sip, a silent ode to the rising sun,
A liquid embrace that unwinds the night's coil,
In this cup, a universe swirls,
Where dreams and daylight toil.
So begins the day, with a brew so deep,
In its warmth, a promise to keep,
To greet the world with eyes aglow,
As the morning's quiet coffee whispers, "Hello."