The Story of a Teabag

You are simply stitched folded, sealed with slender tie unremarkably hooked You are dressed up in silk, transparently crisped Your sheath is filled with a mass of green leaves porously and minutely mixed into millions of health help a single drink may reap. The steaming hot pure water waited to be poured into a tiny colorful teacup you unashamedly adored It must be warm and toasty abode to his spirit of yours that wanders from countless cry to a numerous try The hands gracefully hold your lace into the brimming fluidly surface Gently, you flap and plunge your case As you open to the pace these kind hands have possessed They whisk you and dip you into the unknown Yet, you yield to the most soothing zone Of becoming stronger and bared This beauty of yours that can never be compared.