A Tea Story

In a glass or in a cup, Many a people like to drink me up. Rather I'm hot or cold, My flavors and aromas never grow old. I've come a long way from where I begun, Let's take a look and see how I'm done. I come from a tiny, little seed, Acidic soil and plenty of rainfall is what I need. It takes me about three years to grow, Being a Camellia sinensis plant is all I know. Me and the other leaves are plucked by hand, And taken to the Tea Master on command. We are inspected, sorted, and weighed, Then onto the tea factory where I am made. I can be dried, oxidized, fired and shaped, or withered and rolled, The process of making me is centuries old. So next time you sit down and enjoy a cup or glass of me, You will know my story, and how I came to be.