“In misty hills where moonbeams gleam, A tea master lived with a wistful dream. Liang, his name, with gentle grace, Brewed liquid gold in time’s embrace.

A harmonious design in every cup, Longing and dreaming steeped within sup. Reflection and relaxation in each brew, An enchanting herb with a celestial hue.

One moonlit night, from skies afar, Came the Dragon Moon, a shimmering star. “Your tea,” it whispered, soft and light, “Is the spirit of the time, my delight.”

Convenient, elegant, and always true, Two leaves and a bud in morning dew. An absolute eye-catcher, rare and pure, A cult drink lovers would all endure.

“Let me share a secret,” the dragon sighed, “A hidden herb where dreams abide. It blooms beneath the full moon’s glow, Bringing peace to all who know.”

Together they toiled, dragon and man, Crafting tea with a mystical plan. Now each sip from White Peony’s art, Holds longing, dreaming, and harmony’s heart.”