And it spreads...

Gradually it begins-the drawing of the tea leaves into the clear, warm liquid of the mug. Slowly it disperses throughout the spacious cup-from clear to amber it trades it hues. Always tainted it will be-this water once pure and clear, but tainted not with vileness, but beauty it will be. Such is the way of life-touched by things unchanged then forever we will be-by life and its many tea leaves...