An Ode to Chai

The world is full of beverages that people like to drink

But even all the hot ones are not made equal, I should think.

Coffee is a drink which I very often take.

It's bitter rich aroma throws my eyelids wide awake. 

Early mornings in Seattle I could seldom function

Without a steamy cup of this caffeinated production.

Few things are as pleasing as sitting by a teapot.

Black tea, green tea, white tea, I like them all a lot. 

Sipping slowly at a delicate brew is very comforting

Being warmed from the inside out makes my soul to sing.

On a cool, crisp autumn, a cider can't be beat.

Such a delicate balance of refreshing, spicy, and sweet.

Hot chocolate can be nice after playing in the snow

Otherwise I often think it is really just so-so.

You may now think that I have exhausted the drinks

which are warm and non-alcoholic. 

But I tell you now, and do not lie:

You have not lived if you have not had chai.

Oh chai, what a beverage, crafted of tea and milk

with just a touch of sugar, you taste as smooth as silk.

Rich and yet so delicate, such a lovely reddish-brown,

If there were a king of the hot drinks, you would wear the crown.

I admit I was not converted at the very first taste,

But now I count the hours and run to you with haste.

You make waking up in Africa such a lovely task

knowing that when I rise, in your flavour I can bask.

And in the afternoon as my eyelids grow so heavy,

you strengthen and uplift me, make me strong like a chevy.

So thank you, lovely chai for all that you do.

I say it now, loud and proud: Chai, I love you!