When the sun peeks over the horizon,
And eyelids flutter open at the dawn,
Nothing else will get me up and rising,
As I battle through my stretches and yawns.
Carefully measured beans I now pour,
Into the grinder they fall to be press’d.
Grounds release an aroma I adore,
Their elements create a drink so bless’d.
With my mug in hand and the liquid hot,
I tilt my cup to drink, the taste supreme!
Adding to my cup as an afterthought,
A dash of sugar and a drop of cream.
Awake now, the morning ritual done,
Coffee in hand, the day has just begun.