Matcha Day

In a quiet garden,

where sunlight dances on dew,

I wander alone — 

among whispers of green tea leaves.

My fingers pluck a tender sprig,

nature’s gift in emerald silk.

In the kitchen,

I grind the leaf to powder dreams,

a fine mist of earth and peace.

With ice and water, I stir a spell — 

a glass of jade,

cool as mountain air.

One sip — 

a breeze chills my bones

with joy.

Another — 

a river of calm flows in,

and my soul wakes,

bright and still.