Monday, September 12, 2022

Kona Coffee

Kona coffee, mornings when
I'm the pride of my island
I may never hear my men
Tell me what I mean to them
If they wish to trap and pin
Mason jar the light I lend
I will not be their victim
I'll leave and we'll both ascend
I've been asked to go within
Be like water and the yin
Now I'm proud, and in the end
So is my creator then