Coffee

I was found on quiet hill,

Where ghost ran, wild, and time stood still.

A boy saw berries, red, and bright

He tasted on his heart, felt right.

They burned my beans, not knowing me

But smelled my throat and rising steam.

They brewed me soft they brewed me strong

And passed me gently all along.

I crossed the sea and steady waves

To lands, where monks would sit and pray.

This sipped me slow through nights and days

And found in me a kind of stay.

In towns and streets, I made my name

In every place I played a game.

Of keeping minds awake and warm

Of holding hearts through every storm.

Espresso shot a sudden light

French press, deep, and full of night.

Cold brew, cool or rich and sweet

In every form, I stay complete.

I make the world. I bring it rest.

In every hand, I give my best.

From being to cook from past to now

I am just coffee, and this is how.