Days of the Green Tea
Its stillness in a sip
Days are hours, hours turned minutes —
Minutes are seconds, seconds turned eternity.
Eternity is in a cup, green is its liquor.
Rejuvenating each cell, poisonous it is not —
One sip, two sip, three.
Days are hours, hours turned minutes —
Minutes are seconds, seconds turned eternity.
Eternity is in a cup, green is its liquor.
Rejuvenating each cell, poisonous it is not —
One sip, two sip, three.
Time Kap-sule: (noun) — a publication storing a selection of writings chosen as being typical of the present time, buried for discovery in the future.