THE GENTLE ART

Conversations deep and light,

Hold an art both calm and bright.

A gentle touch, a subtle grace,

That navigates through time and space.

With words that weave through tender thread,

We stitch across where fears have spread.

In tact, we find a guiding light—

A compass through the grief and fight.

Whispered truths, not loud nor brash,

Soothe the soul and calm the clash.

For in the quiet of the heart,

We find the place where healing starts.

To speak with tact is to be kind,

To weigh the words within the mind.

To see the world through others’ eyes—

Hush, let compassion be our guise.

It’s in the breath you take to wait,

The softened word that shifts the weight.

That’s where tact shows its quiet might,

Turning heavy shadows into light.

With every phrase, with every thought,

A lesson in respect is taught.

For in the realm of human bonds,

It’s tact that strengthens, heals, and bonds.

So, let us wield this gentle art,

With mindful speech and open heart.

For in the dance of words we choose,

We find the path where none will lose.