Black Coffee Green Tea

Give me all the delicacies of an early morning
rising over sweet pastry shop decadence
the sun unveiling a window's candied indulgence
all sits so quiet and new,
soft, sweet, and untouched
yet begging, like a secret, to be shared
made for the pure pleasure of the creator
that soothe-saying baker
who whispers sugar and flour
dances smooth as warm chocolate and kisses like maple
their sweat and labor, all to the joy of the buyer
that man, woman, or child of every flavor
the universal language of a single purchase,
the simple joy expressed within a moment shared
where the world pauses, breath held, in understanding
about the goodness of that talented sweets maker
and the heart of the sun burning golden and warm through the glass
illuminating everything.