As I rolled up the blinds, it was foggy outside
The streets were empty, and the leaves were still
Some still yellow, and some brown, and some holding on to their green
The birds were also hiding, not wanting to be seen.
I put the water to boil
And watched the bubbles come to the surface
In a blink of an eye I was by the ocean, my feet covered in foam
Waves crashing against a rock, and then returning home.
I have a strange relationship with the ocean
It answers all my questions, of which I have plenty
And gives me a measure of my happiness and sadness
And from time to time a friend, in whom I can confess
I added a spoon full of tea leaves, and watch them swirl and let go
Soon water became tea, and energy was sucked out of the leaves
I feel like that sometimes, exhausted and drained
But today I just sat down, and looked upon the freshly brewed tea,
Trying not to think of the leaves that had just been strained.