The sun goes down; the night has come
Wondering where will my sleep come from
It won't be from bedtime stories or a loving kiss on the forehead.
Mint tea warm with a scent like a dream.
A resting mind fresh and free
The moon comes up; a cool breeze dance above the trees
They are the audience feeling it every move
A kind of confidence I wish I could have too
Mint tea warm with a scent of peace.
Refreshing sip for you and me
The stars are there all the time; slowdown experience life
The ceramic cup warming the hands
Just the same for every man
Mint tea warm with a scent of purity
A moment of rest is what this world needs
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020
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