Tea <br />It was you who tutored <br />Me on the art of tea making; <br />So tender your fingers moved, <br />Picking the dried curled <br />Light, dark greenish pieces, <br />Sprinkling them over <br />The whizzing little pot, <br />An elegant Jing De Zhen <br />That stood with its <br />Little spout spewing <br />Vapors that soon invaded <br />Our nostrils with the <br />Mind refreshing, <br />Sweet fragrance of pricey tea. <br />Your every graceful step <br />Doing a dance in my mind and heart, <br />A little tryst that tells me <br />A lot about you like the water that <br />Never lies about the wonder of tea.<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tea/
