Silken Chronicles

In the realm where gentle whispers play,

Where nature weaves in a seamless way,

There lies a world both soft and bright,

A symphony of smoothness, pure delight.

In the hush of evening's tender glow,

A river-stone, with stories to bestow,

Worn by time and currents' soft embrace,

Its surface tells tales of a timeless grace.

Smooth, a silk upon the water's touch,

A dance of ripples, a whispering clutch,

Through centuries, a polished stone refined,

In nature's hands, a masterpiece designed.

Yet not just in the river's ancient flow,

Smooth resides in places we all know,

A childhood quilt, a treasure of embrace,

Soft whispers of love, woven with grace.

Velvet dreams in threads of memory,

Where innocence and joy dance free,

Each stitch a kiss, each fold a sigh,

Smoothness in every seam, oh, how time can fly.

Antique allure, a polished veneer,

A treasure chest of stories, crystal clear,

Smooth as the moonlight on a calm lagoon,

A whispered echo of a bygone tune.

In the quiet corners of the heart,

Where emotions, like silk, gently impart,

Smooth is the touch of a comforting hand,

A reassurance, a promise, forever to stand.

So, let us celebrate the smooth, sublime,

In nature's canvas, in the hands of time,

In every cherished, tender caress,

Smoothness, an art, a timeless finesse.