come and sit
listen
to this tragic story
of the teabag and the tea
for they were a perfect couple
who lived and died together
in each other's arms
teabag the protector
handsomely white
dried tea leaves
queen of tea and tea's myth
they traveled through dreams
within all the spaces and time
that exist in the tea box
he told her the story of the sea
of the white sand beach
of the glass clear water
of the warm sunlight
how he got dried
how he felt the breeze from the sea
she told him the story of the mountain
of the peaceful morning mist
of the sweet refreshing rain drops
of the nice scent of humid soil
how she grown up
how she absorb the spirit of the earth
soon they left the tea box
elegantly, hand in hand
and danced together in the tea cup
hot water swirl them around
he was holding her tight
she was coloring the dance floor with her smile
she sent around the happiness
through his tender embraces
he was so close to her than ever
she was so close to him than ever
eventually the music stop
and they were not dancing anymore
the tea and the teabag
left the cup silently
he was no more handsomely white
she was no more tastefully dry
he tells no more story
she tells no more story
all they left to the world behind
was a cup of wonderful tea