Something a little different this week.
Just add cake!
A Poem for Tea.
When the world is all at odds,
and the mind is all at sea.
Then cease the useless tedium,
and brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its fragrance,
there is solace in its taste.
And the laden moments vanish,
somehow into space.
The world becomes a lovely thing,
there’s beauty as you’ll see.
All because you briefly stopped
to brew a cup of tea.
Anonymous
