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.