With fur like porcelain, and eyes like jade,
Teafant steeps, its secrets displayed.
A teapot spout upon its head does rest,
A creature of comfort, aroma its test.
Once protector, kind and warm,
Guiding creatures, safe from harm.
But shadows stole, and balance swayed,
Twisting purpose, trust betrayed.
With swirling steam and gentle sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful eye.
Cups levitate, in fragrant bliss,
Whispering stories, with each gentle kiss.
Legends speak of power untold,
Secrets steeped, stories unfold.
Can comfort mend, where shadows creep?
Or will worries linger, while dreams lie asleep?
Through meadows green and skies serene,
Teafant brews, a calming scene.
Hope rises gentle, on wispy steam,
Will harmony return, like a healing dream?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of peaceful moments, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the teapot, with calming might,
Can mend the world, and set kindness alight.
So let it steep, a fragrant grace,
And from the warmth, let solace embrace.
For Teafant holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.