At dawn I hear the kettle sing, A promise in the steam it brings. The dark roast waits, both bold and wise, To lift the fog from sleepy eyes. The mug is warm against my hand, A simple joy I understand. Its bitter note, its gentle sweet, A morning’s calm in one small treat. The scent drifts softly through the air, Like whispered thoughts without a care. It wraps the room in deep delight, And turns the dark to golden light. Each careful sip slows down my pace, A quiet pause, a sacred space. The world can wait a moment more, While peace is poured down to the core. By noon it fuels my tired mind, New strength and focus intertwined. It keeps me steady, sharp, and true, With dreams refreshed and courage new. At dusk I take one final brew, Reflecting on the day I knew. In every cup, both start and end, I found a friend, my coffee friend.