The morning hums a quiet tune,Steam curls up beneath the moon,“Treat me for a cup of coffee,” you say,A warm escape to start the day.

Beans that whisper tales of earth,Roasted slow, a second birth,In every sip, a fleeting glow,A simple joy to steal and stow.

So here’s your brew, this line I pour,A moment’s peace, and something more,The world can wait, the rush can slow,With coffee’s warmth, let kindness grow.