#PoetryInRoutine

The kettle sings a gentle,
mornings song
As steam ascends,
a wisp of vapor strong
I watch the leaves, their dance a silent plea
A symphony of nature,
wild and free
A cup of tea, a moments quite grace
A chance to pause,
to contemplate the space
The world outside,
a canvas filled with light
A fabric of colors, day and night
In this small act,
a world of wonder lies
A sacred moment, where peace
resides

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