Imagine some rolled or curled dark brown leaves in hot water moving with so much grace, gently unfurling to reveal how the leaves must have looked after plucking only now with probably a different color, and releasing, almost like bleeding, a reddish-orange essence swirling in a slow fashion. Looking more like a “tea dance," tea lovers in the West poetically describe this as the “agony of the leaves."
As the leaves open in an act of complete giving, this dance is celebrated both for the story it tells and the nature's treasures the leaves leave behind.