The faint whisperings of tea leaves

In the bottom of my cup

Swirl

To the memory

Of sunshine and fields of green

Releasing it's thoughts

In a steam of warmth

Flavour of the past melted

To carry me back to the days of its life

Sharing with me it's joy...

Sunshine 

Warmth of its memory

Songs 

Sung on the evening

Melody of sparrows fill my ears

Bringing me back home

To an empty teapot

Standing up

I boil the kettle again