an ode to ice tea

i pray to the saint of refreshment and drink his sacrament of choice

and in the chiming of the cubes, i swear i can hear his voice

my nectar it floweth freely, it's made from leaves all knowing

to drink one, one craves another, so keep the refills flowing

now comes the art of ice tea, separate from the science

to refill a glass without a second glance is truly an act of defiance

first and foremost - add more ice. this is the golden rule

for ice tea to be ice tea it needs ice to keep it cool

the second half of the equation - a lemon, like a kiss from the sun

sliced in a wedge and set on the edge, now your work is done

when it comes time to enjoy this blessing, please take a moment or two

listen to its secrets, to hear is call, and let it flow right through you...