The ceremony of tea and I mean any cultural ceremony has always been one of my greatest pleasures. I love tea pots, the aroma and tastes of teas gathered the world over, taking tea say in China. Today, I can neither smell nor taste. I took this photo moments ago for the prompt.

Non traditional haiku:
warm yak butter not my cup of tea – cricket sings

Traditional haiku:
morning glories fall
into deep green muddy earth
matcha on the ground

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