In shadows cast by porcelain thrones,
A tale unfolds in muted tones.
The humble act, a daily rite,
In solitude, it finds its light.

Beneath the veil of modesty,
Lies nature’s call, a pure decree.
A dance with time, a fleeting stay,
Then down the drain, it fades away.

The silent whisper, seldom heard,
Yet it connects us with a word.
A common thread, a shared release,
In these brief moments, we find peace.

Embrace the cycle, let it be,
For in this act, there’s poetry.
A natural flow, a life anew,
The unseen journey, always true.