In the artisan courtyard morning breaks
With sunlit whispers of a day to remember
Visitors gather, hearts light and free
Immediately seeking shade beneath an old tree
Under a canopy of leaves time is still
Visitors sit and plan the day ahead
And the tea shop’s aromas fill the warm air
And visitors enter and enjoy its care
Will they gasp at the painter’s work
A canvas full of vivid colours
Or will they find peace in a candle’s glow
Handcrafted wonders that give a flickering show
Choices all around, each a treasure
So much to take in
Handmade garments, full of dreams
Each stitch a journey, a theme
Voices mix with a gentle breeze
Plans made beneath the tree, in the tea shop
In the artisan courtyard time slows its pace
And the morning’s embrace is a tender grace
So, the visitors sit and sip in the summer heat
Letting the day’s adventure form in their minds
Through paintings, candles and clothes hand-spun
Their summer morning had just begun.