Tea (A friend to everyone)
As good and bad have come and gone,
The humble plant continues on.
Bore in the earth  it made its way,
From the orient to modern day.

Out of  the soil its cast to its hansom pack,
Serving the best, and the ones who lack.
Awaiting your grace at the early dawn,
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,
Carrying you through the tides of life.

So when we re all dead and gone,
Be sure in the knowledge that our friend lives on.
To help and serve whoever asks,
Bestow unto you so many thanks.
© 4 years ago