Coffee

Sipping coffee, sitting on my swing,

It's the calm of a new day, my happy ring. 

Many reports, contradict it's worth to health,

But one cup for me is the greatest wealth. 

Marching down memory lane with mom on a day

Coffee in hand, makes it a perfect day.

Every evening, with my husband has a deep tone,

Of comfort and gratitude, with patience I hone. 

Friends like family, check in now and then,

Catch up over coffee is a perfect ten. 

The forgotten conversations with an old friend,

With the hope that time stands still, the cup must not end. 

As a person that calms with the sea,

Green nature is not my cup of tea. 

But my roots have strong coffee vibes,

Ingrained in the coffee plantation are my tribes. 

The sight of the blossoms is a real treat,

Lush green and white, it's a different beat. 

Every plant has so much to share,

Generations have reaped them with much care. 

The rainfall, manure, price, labour is the daily buzz,

Any other topic and there is no fuzz. 

Social obligations are the breaks from the plantation grind,

For the onlooker, it's a strange unwind. 

Acres of land sprawling with coffee plants,

Treading with care, avoiding wildlife chants. 

Mankind and wildlife, coexist or not,

A menace and danger, try to be the planter escort. 

The scenery is magical, I cannot deny,

The stillness grips in ways that's worth a try. 

Every generation has a duty to care for the land,

Plant by plant, bearers of flora so grand. 

The day begins with the rising of the sun,

The planter rushes, birds chirp and dogs circle the plantation run. 

We are holding this land with pride,

But what's the future with the next generation to tide. 

The alarm shrills, not one but two,

Annoyed with the sound, they cover and snooze, this lazy crew.

Their human alarm, their mother must appear with the shriek,

Imagine the sacred coffee lands are in their hands to seek. 

Every generation has something new that sticks,

It may be radical, who knows what grips. 

Whatever path they choose for their own,

With a coffee in hand, with care they will tread the unknown.