The Tiny Coffee Bean

Drip, drip, drip my trusty coffee brewer
Releasing the essence of the flavor
Jamaica Blue Mountain beans
Their distinctive aroma and rich balance that I savor

Bold, as it is subtle, with a bright sweet aftertaste
Like a fine wine you can't put down or waste
Who could imagine this delight comes from trees
Evergreens dressed with shiny arrowhead shaped leaves

Grown in an equatorial band
Between the Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn
On hillsides and mountain slopes, its small white blossoms
Fill the air with the heady aroma of jasmine and orange.

Hand picked then graded by size, quality and taste
The huller removing the silver skin case
A single defective bean able to taint the flavor of an entire pot
Meticulous care taken in the washing, sun dried rays so hot

The first sip of coffee bestowing royalty, majesty to my day
As though I was a coffee barren, my plantation not far away
Juan handpicking the cherry red beans to fill my morning cup
A tiny slice of coffee cake with my second to perk me up

As I sit here my day yet to be seen
I feel the power of this tiny bean
Stronger than all the religions of the world combined
A social binder, a warmer of tongues, a soberer of the mind

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