Tea

Ancient tree from ages past,
Who's roots were born in hallowed ground,
Your vast branches, leaves, and flowers
Have reached our tongue.

Hide you still in far off grass
Just known by legends you once found?
Show yourself and become ours
To grace the young.

We the Tea society
Do yearn to know your secret art.
Sweet or sour, strong or weak,
Lend us your form.

Through strict borders seeds grow free,
They heal the sick and warm weak hearts.
East and West praise your mystique
Both cold and warm

O' great tree, reveal yourself!
For seeds you planted, love hold we.
We'll look past mere book and shelf,
To the Tea Society