Entropy of Tea
Some leaves are flushed to the bottom
With the first pouring in of boiling water
Some suspend for a while on the surface
Reluctant to get down as doomed
Some rise and fall and rise at times
And eventually sink in slow motion grace
All to make a lucid fragrant cup of tea
Drink the cup of tea while it is hot
Or else it gets cool and cold. Wait not
For the natural entropy to take place
Life runs out its fire of desire at glacier pace