Brewed Tales of Morning Magic

In the early hours before the sun's rise, There's a drink that opens tired eyes. No magic wands or ancient lore, Just coffee, our morning encore.

From simple mugs to fancy blends, It's the brew on which our day depends. Some like it black, others add cream, But it's the caffeine that fuels the dream.

In kitchen nooks or bustling shops, It's the sip that wakes us before the clocks. With each gulp, the fog starts to clear, As we face the day without fear.

But beware the buzz, the jittery shake, Too much caffeine is a real mistake. In its depths lies a caffeine storm, A reminder to keep it in the norm.

So here's to coffee, our daily crutch, In its warmth, we find the perfect touch. To simple joys and morning light, Thanks to the brew that makes everything right.