In dawn’s soft glow, a vessel takes its stand,
Contours shaped by purpose, cradled by hand.
Dark mysteries swirl in a porcelain shrine,
A silent alchemy, a moment in time.

From distant hills, whispers of the earth,
Brewed elixir, an awakening’s birth.
Handled with reverence, an intimate dance,
A vessel of quietude, where thoughts enhance.

Raise the vessel, let the morning unfold,
In each sip, a story, in each moment, gold.
A ceramic companion in the theater of light,
A vessel of presence, in the tranquil flight.