I brewed a cup of strong black tea,

seemed to calm the fear in me.

This tea came forth from distant lands,

soothing nerves like grains of sand,

sifting through an hourglass,

marking time for fears to pass.

 

The tea flowed warm through icy veins

frozen now from distant pains, 

I felt the tea like warming rains,

thawing ice in frozen veins.

It washed away my fears and pain

and left behind a muted stain. 

 

This tea that came from distant lands,

left tiny leaves like specks of sand,

dissolving in a cup of tea

that brought me sweet serenity

like a soothing symphony.   

 

A cup of tea and symphony.

 

updated by @americymru: 12/01/16 03:34:02AM