In the realm of poetry, let me delve,
To capture a sound, a sight, a spell,
I'll spin a verse about something smooth,
As autumn winds recede, may it soothe.
Behold the ripple of a tranquil stream,
Where waters flow with an elegant gleam,
Smooth pebbles lined along the shore,
Inviting all to rest, to explore.
Smooth is the silk that graces the skin,
Caressed gently, as lovers begin,
A thousand whispers in a secret tryst,
A sensation evoking true bliss.
Smooth is the dance of a summer breeze,
Caressing blossoms upon the trees,
Delicate sway, like a gentle song,