A cup of steaming black tea
and new sunrise,
Sleep still clinging to my bones.
Early morning sun peeking through the dusty blind.
Another day to live my life.
Yesterday is lost to me.
The best and even worst.
I've plans I've yet to see.
The clouds fill soon to burst.
Birds are trilling 'top the trees.
The phone begins its ringing
demands answered, but I'm free.
Singing welcome to the day,
this moment's all I have been promised.
I'm blessed to see a new sunrise
I pour another cup of tea.
I'll drink of life, it's sweeter
then new wine pressed from the vine.
This is my five minute freewrite using prompt black tea.
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