Flow to Glow

Sometimes you have to just go with the flow...

A satin cloth gleamed with pride and frills,
till a day when it's happiness came to a still,
with a large  blotch in the spotless cloth.
With every wash, it hoped to come clean
but the wash faded the fabric with stain intact,
Even the strongest bleach had no impact.
The modest fabric went with the flow
as the stain bothered it less now.
The cloth was used and reused
and by these experiences it was amused.
Months, years and decades ran and aged
The cloth remained still to all that changed.
Stillness cleared the stains however low
And  the cloth now shines with  pristine glow.