The elegance

In elegance, a whispering grace is found,

A gentle breeze, a soft, melodious sound.

It weaves through moments, with effortless ease,

A symphony of poise, a dance upon the breeze.

In every movement, elegance resides,

In the sway of trees, in the ocean tides.

It lingers in the air, in the evening's hue,

In the quiet stillness, it reveals its view.

Elegance adorns the simplest of things,

In the flutter of wings, the flight of beings.

It graces the petals of a blooming rose,

And in the silence of the night, it softly flows.

In the gentle curve of a lover's smile,

In the ancient ruins, stretching mile by mile.

Elegance whispers through the corridors of time,

In the verses of a poem, in the rhythm of a rhyme.

It's in the brushstroke of a painter's hand,

In the intricate patterns of shifting sand.

Elegance dwells in the depths of the soul,

In the stories untold, in the secrets it holds.

So let us seek elegance in every place,

In the laughter of children, in the lines on a face.

For in the embrace of elegance, we find,

A beauty that transcends both heart and mind.