in a sunlit corner where soft R&B hums,
the matcha swirls, a slow, jade bloom
baristas move like painters in their prime,
each whisk a stroke, each pour a rhyme

ceramic cups cradle green gold with grace,
steam rising like dreams in a sacred space
the air tastes like effort, earthy and rare,
where craft meets care in the modern air

local art hangs in harmony on the wall,
beauty brewed in every sip, slow and small
perfection served where silence speaks all