Ode to Coffee

Death like black, as too many crows sapping the life out of the tree upon which they perch.  Smell rings acute, the true taste.  Truly under the weight of the crows the tree grows stronger and when the birds take flight the tree explodes forward reaching toward the nurturing sun.  Brain cells fire and connect; warmth and euphoria sweep in and scatter the darkness as the echo and dots of blackness break into the sunlight, behind the branches reveal the new buds.