Stopping for Tea



Early morning on the mountain,

Birds sing out of starry slumber

While the mist drapes, like a bridal veil

Covering the earth with tender grace.


Stopping for tea, awakened by the sun,

The valley breathes sanctity and light;

Palpably modest, I tremble in delight

At this glory lovingly unfurled.


Man spits and stutters, cursing the world,

Shun from beauty, tramping down the past;

The present is alive, alluringly so

In enduring majesty, a cure to last.


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