Sep 11, 2024
"The Tea Master"
The kettle is heating, the tea master waits,
With rituals of silence that time commemorates.
Steam rises gently, like whispers of old,
As the water, now bubbling, begins to unfold.
The leaves, dark and fragrant, in harmony sway,
Each one a reminder of far distant day.
With a flick of his wrist, he pours without fear,
A cascade of warmth, like laughter, draws near.
We all gather 'round in the soft, amber light,
Sharing our stories, as day turns to night.
The clink of the cups, a soft symphony's tune,
Echoes of friendship beneath the soft moon.
Written by Nollan Robinson
