Prismatic Elixir
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of dawn, a cup of azure whispers,
Its edges sharp, its colors bold, a symphony of dreams.
The saucer cradles hues that dance, a rainbow's silent hymn,
A beacon of hope in the soft blush of the morning's light.
Each sip is a journey, a leap into the unknown,
A transformation of the mundane into the extraordinary.
The sugar cube, a solitary sentinel, waits to dissolve,
A metaphor for life's sweetness, fleeting yet profound.
The shadows play, a dance of light and shade,
A reminder that even in stillness, there is movement.
The cup stands as a talisman, a vessel of change,
A reminder that in every sip, we find ourselves anew.
This is not just a cup of tea; it is a rite of passage,
A moment where the ordinary becomes the extraordinary.
Drink deeply, for in its embrace, you will find your truth,
A prismatic elixir, a potion of the soul.