Oh, humble bean, dark and bold,
From humble plant, your story told.
A journey long, from sun-kissed land,
To steaming cup, held in my hand.
You grind so fine, a fragrant dust,
Awakening senses, a welcome gust.
With water hot, you bloom and rise,
A rich elixir, a sweet surprise.
The morning's muse, the day's first taste,
A bitter truth, a gentle haste.
You fuel my mind, my heart ignite,
A source of strength, both day and night.
So thank you, bean, for all you give,
The energy to work, the joy to live.
A simple pleasure, a daily grace,
A cup of coffee, a smile I trace.
A lonely cloud, adrift in blue,
A wisp of white, against the hue.
It sails the sky, without a care,
A silent wanderer, without a pair.
It casts a shadow, soft and light,
Across the fields, a fleeting sight.
It dances with the wind's embrace,
A fleeting dream, a silent chase.
It dreams of rain, a gentle shower,
To nourish earth, in every hour.
But for now, it drifts, serene and free,
A solitary soul, in endless sea.
The city sleeps, beneath a moonlit sky,
A tapestry of light, against the night.
The traffic fades, a hushed refrain,
And silence reigns, in this urban plain.
The buildings stand, like giants tall,
Their windows gleam, a silent call.
The city breathes, in a gentle sigh,
As stars above, begin to lie.
A million stories, hidden in the dark,
Whispered secrets, a silent spark.
The city dreams, beneath the moon's soft grace,
A silent vigil, in time and space.