On Leaving Coffee

It’s not the smell of the brew that you miss most
Though the scent certainly does do something
It’s not the memory of the dark beans that haunt your thoughts
Though their beauty can’t be unseen

It’s not the burst of energy from the first sip
Though it’s hard to find other means
It’s not the focus of mind as the cup empties
Though the scattered mind struggles to leave

It’s how they all play a beautiful song
To complement the dawning sun
Like how the coast coral tree ushers in the warmth of spring
It guides one’s senses into the day’s fun