In Praise of Tea

Refreshing drink – there’s nothing finer, When you’re parched and really gasping – Darjeeling tea in fine bone china, Mark the subtle, fresh aroma Spiralling up in wisps of steam. It wakes the brain, assists with thinking At breakfast time when spirits flag, It equals good champagne for drinking, Just when you need a morning lift. So sip the amber liquid, slow And feel the warmth of Asian suns. That tannin bite will make you glow, Awakening sleepy spirits, fast. It’s full of life and constancy, This British institution, TEA.