A Nice Cup of Tea - Poem

There is nothing quite like a nice cup of tea,
First thing in the morning or last thing at night ideally,
Undulating, unfurling and dancing in the air,
Moving in a dreamlike state, nothing can compare,
Hands wrapped around like a warm embrace, threaded through the handle,
Is life one big scandle?

Wash away your troubles, all of your struggles, close your eyes and dream,
Pick up the palate and paint your own colour scheme.
Choose bright and beautiful and filled with sunlight and just know that everything will be alright, 
And when the days get dark and stormy and you feel like you want to flee,
You might just need a nice cup of tea.

Questions from Quarantine

29/03/2020

Could you even begin to imagine something so minute, so infinitesimal, that it could bring the whole world to stand still. Human beings are considered the ‘dominant’ species, but are we? How can we be when something we can’t even see has the power to end life?

Opening my window to the outside world, the silence is deafening. No cars, no people and if it weren’t for the sound of the birds and the bugs, I would be convinced that the world was empty.

I suppose in one sense, looking out into an empty world is quite therapeutic, it gives you time to think, it makes you wonder if the human race as a whole had done something different, would we be facing such uncertainty? Would we have been able to overcome this?