smooth

In a world of textures, both rough and tough,

Let me weave a poem about something smooth enough.

A silky touch that glides with grace,

Where tranquility and elegance embrace.

With gentle curves and polished sheen,

A peaceful rhythm, serene and clean.

Like flowing water against river stones,

Smoothness dances in graceful tones.

Imagine a pebble on a tranquil shore,

Caressed by waves, forevermore.

The soft caress of a newborn's skin,

A tender moment, where love begins.

Smooth as silk or satin's embrace,

Whispering secrets, leaving no trace.

A painter's stroke upon canvas bare,

Creating beauty beyond compare.

Smoothness hides the scars of time,

Healing wounds, like a gentle chime.

It eases hardships, soothes the soul,

A remedy that makes us whole.

From polished glass to butter's spread,

A sense of calm, a safe homestead.

Smoothness reminds us to find ease,

In life's chaos, it brings us peace.

So may this poem, like a smooth cascade,

Bring tranquility to your heart's parade.

Embrace the beauty of all things serene,

And let smoothness reign supreme.