As autumn dawns and chrysanthemums bloom,Colorful leaves prepare their slow descent—The braveAnd tea leaves, too, invite me with their scent.The fragrant Lady Grey bids me good day—Her fruity, delicate taste warms my bones.Then silky Darjeeling lures me away,An afternoon spent with coppery tones.Evening bewitches me with chamomile—Her quiet, herbal hues lull me asleep.My day with tea, on my lips, leaves a smile—My soul content, and now my dreams to steep.Soon winter will emerge with a fierce voice—Another season, tea lovers rejoice.
