"Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless one,
the kettle boils,
bubbles and sings,
musically."
~Rabindranath Tagore, a Bengal poet
I love hearing the music of the water pouring into the cup.
It is like a bubbly brook on a warm summer day.
The kind of brook you just want to touch with your toes
or let your fingers be tickled by the flowing waters.
The sun shines in streaks of light through the trees.
Moss is spongy on the shore.
Now lay on your tummy with your head close to the water
and listen to the music.
Close your eyes and rest dear friends,
then come and sip tea with me.
It's magic!
I love hearing the music of the water pouring into the cup.
It is like a bubbly brook on a warm summer day.
The kind of brook you just want to touch with your toes
or let your fingers be tickled by the flowing waters.
The sun shines in streaks of light through the trees.
Moss is spongy on the shore.
Now lay on your tummy with your head close to the water
and listen to the music.
Close your eyes and rest dear friends,
then come and sip tea with me.
It's magic!
