You can feel the age of the world,
drinking a pot of Lapsang souchong on an early summer day.
The rain hangs heavy in the air,
calling forth the scent of the earth.
Cars have not yet started their roll and rumble.
The soft call of the mourning dove,
can be heard amongst the drops of rain,
and there is a clamor of metal from birds at the feeder.
All made the more sweet with the first sip of tea.