Jasmine Kettle Hymn

[Verse 1] In a kingdom of jasmine and honeyed light, Where the silver moon hums through the velvet night, There’s a kettle that sings on a warm porch beam, And the air tastes sweet like a waking dream. [Verse 2] Oh, the garden knows every sparkling way That the sun can gold the edge of day, And the leaves in their gowns of emerald sheen Whisper softly of the taste of queens. [Chorus] Sweet tea are made of theses, A recipe spun from the breeze and the trees, A little of summer, a little of grace, A golden spell in a crystal place. Sweet tea are made of theses, Of laughter, of longing, of soft southern ease, And who am I, who am I to diss that leaf? When it’s pure little magic in a cup of relief. [Verse 3] By the castle gate where the roses bloom, We pour out sunlight from a porcelain moon, With sugar like stardust, and mint in flight, And ice like diamonds caught in the light. [Bridge] If the world grows weary and shadows fall, I’ll still hear the kettle’s gentle call, For every heart, both simple and brave, Can be sweetened by what the summer gave. [Final Chorus] Sweet tea are made of theses, A spell of the tenderest, sweetest of pieces, A little of family, a little of home, A sip of the sky where the warm winds roam. Sweet tea are made of theses, Of moonbeams, memories, and evergreen eases, And who am I, who am I to diss that leaf? It’s a fairytale poured in a glass of belief.