Tea

Tea It was you who tutored Me on the art of tea making; So tender your fingers moved, Picking the dried curled Light, dark greenish pieces, Sprinkling them over The whizzing little pot, An elegant Jing De Zhen That stood with its Little spout spewing Vapors that soon invaded Our nostrils with the Mind refreshing, Sweet fragrance of pricey tea. Your every graceful step Doing a dance in my mind and heart, A little tryst that tells me A lot about you like the water that Never lies about the wonder of tea.