Afternoon Tea Leaf

The shadows stretch across the wooden floor

Quiet moments knocking at the door

I take a handful of the withered leaves

Dry and brittle, like a heart that grieves

No scent of life, no color to be found

Curled in silence, making not a sound

It looks like the end, like the story's told

Like a flower lost in the winter cold

But wait and watch the afternoon tea leaf

Finding a way to let go of its grief

As the water touches the thirsty skin

A miracle starts from deep within

Expanding slow, turning green and bright

Rising again to find the light

You haven’t lost your fire, you haven’t lost your way

You’re just a tea leaf waiting for the day

For those who think their passion’s gone to dust

For those who feel their dreams have started to rust

Look at the cup, look at the dancing steam

Nothing is ever as dead as it may seem

You aren’t broken, you’re just in a rest

A quiet pause before you reach your best

Like the dry leaf curled in a tight embrace

You’re just waiting for the warmth to find your place

But wait and watch the afternoon tea leaf

Finding a way to let go of its grief

As the water touches the thirsty skin

A miracle starts from deep within

Expanding slow, turning green and bright

Rising again to find the light

You haven’t lost your fire, you haven’t lost your way

You’re just a tea leaf waiting for the day

Take a breath and let the tea leaves steep

Awake the magic that was buried deep

Yesterday is gone, but the roots remain

Ready to bloom through the joy and the pain

It’s not too late to open up your heart

The second bloom is the most beautiful part

You’re still alive

You’re just waking up

Have a cup of tea