Two hands cupped together, tentatively holding cold, streamed water.

A china teacup steams as the brewed leaf, once piping hot, cools slowly.

Glass schooners filled almost to the brim with Spanish fortified wine.

The gilt chalice supped reverently, for it holds the blood of one most holy.

A small measure of the finest brandy clinked by friends in cannikins

Whilst in happy surroundings and ceremony, champagne flutes aloft

Beer freely flowing at Oktoberfest from personalised steins and seidels

A demitasse of espresso, appreciated as the flavoured aroma wafts

Babies cupped and cradled within the womb are the greatest prize

A large jigger of Scotch on Hogmanay makes the young boys choke

So many vessels that hold our joy, sadness, togetherness and loneliness 

Yet, a cupule holds our future, protecting the seed of those mighty Oaks