In the quiet of the early morning,
Black coffee whispers, a comfort born.
Its darkness rich, its aroma bold,
A story in each cup, silently told.
With each sip, the world awakes,
As morning mist begins to break.
A moment's pause, a fleeting grace,
In the embrace of black coffee's embrace.
No sugar sweet, no cream to tame,
Just the raw essence, a simple claim.
Its bitterness a soothing balm,
In solitude, finding calm.
Black coffee, companion to dawn's first light,
A steadfast presence in the quiet night.
In its warmth, a solace found,
In every sip, a silent sound.