Conversations deep and light, Lies an art both calm and bright, A gentle touch, a subtle grace, That navigates through time and space. With words that weave a silken thread, We bridge the gaps where fears have spread, In tact, we find a guiding star, To heal the wounds, to mend the scar. Whispered truths, not loud nor brash, Soothe the soul and ease 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 pause before the speak, The gentle tone, the humble meek, That tact reveals its tender might, Turning 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 fond. 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.