In the silent hour of dawn's embrace,
I find solace in the ritual of my morning grace.
The kettle's whistle sings a tune so sweet,
A prelude to the day I'm yet to meet.
With every pour, the darkness retreats,
As the aroma of brewing coffee gently greets.
It's a liquid lullaby for the soul's awake,
A tender nudge for the new day it will make.
In this cup, a universe swirls in steam,
A moment paused, a whispered dream.
With the first sip, the world comes into view,
Morning coffee, a love forever true.