The rosy light of dawn that softly steals upon

Often darkened places left and right.

Golden beams show hidden places, cast gentle shadows on the faces

Of friends brewing tea by the new light.

Then, the real shadows of noon are on us far too soon

And we stall in frozen time for a spell

Just make a pot of tea, and suddenly you’ll see

The leaves have a subtle secret here to tell.

When the slanted rays of dusk race on by us, as they must

Minutes are remembered and held fast

Decades might disappear, but always do hold dear

That loving cup of tea until the last.