Steamy Show

And together its parents blend.
Realising children into the air.
Cold surface of the porcelain cup
And boiling hot water, What a pair!
Two simple ingredients together.
Creating a small show of things.
And as I thumb the ring of the cup.
Warm pleasantries the steam brings.
For hours I could sit there,
And watch it dance it's show.
But as I drink away it's contents,
The dances begin to slow.
Though I never miss them
Knowing they'll be another hundred more.
Because when I brew another tea
A different tea-m will take the floor.

©Odd
-Inspired by a late night brewing session under the influence of far to much vodka that a 5ft girl can't handle. Haha. Enjoy.-