In the corner the sunlight spills, with warmth and laughter, all that thrills.
I hear the coffee machines do their work, as steaming cups of matcha glow.
The smell dances through the air, with pastries so sweet, with every bite its a joyful treat.
A smile shared over cups, in this haven happiness erupts.
As we tell stories and laugh along.
Outside the window, the world rushes by,
but here we relax, and time can fly.
With the sip of a warm and sweet matcha,
you know everything is going to be alright.