Tea (A Tribute)

Tea (a tribute)
As good and bad have come and gone, the humble plant still goes on. Bore in the soil, it made its way, from the orient to modern day. From the earth its cast to its hansom pack, to serve the best, and the ones who lack. Awaiting your grace in the early morn, to serve the needs ye may set upon, from the modest bag to the amber flow, no revered image it may know. Like a loyal steed, at your side, to bare you through the tides of life. Whether rough and harsh or blissful and calm, it takes all corners, while warming your palm. So when we re all dead and gone, be sure in the knowledge that our friend lives on, to help and serve whoever asks, so we give to you many thanks.