In a cappuccino is the sky and the dirt.
A cloudy day, but the dark cloud which watered the dirt is now gone
Leaving mud.
As human kind sips away
at its beauty, less is left.
As goes life, the cup can
and will always refill
by the maker.
The foamy clouds blown away
and the dirt replaced by the cup's bottom.
For that, those who know
how to make the best cappuccinos are the Italians.
Perfect clouds, perfect soil
and just sweet enough.
No comments:
Post a Comment