Smoth as Silk

In nature's art, a masterpiece unfolds,

Where grace is found, and wonder softly holds.

A river's touch, through ages worn to gleam,

Smooth as silk, a liquid-sculptured dream.

In stones embraced by water's gentle hand,

Carved over time in this ancient land,

I find a smoothness, etched by nature's care,

In each caress, stories eternally there.

And in the gentle hush of evening's fall,

A cherished quilt, a memory to recall,

Its velvet touch, a comfort like no other,

Smooth as silk, it cradles me, a mother.

In antique corners where the past resides,

The stories told through smooth, well-worn strides,

History whispered through its polished grain,

A lifetime etched in every soft refrain.

So, let us savor smooth in every form,

From nature's hand to life's enduring norm,

For in its touch, we find a subtle thrill,

A grace that time nor age can ever still.