Life has a unique gift called her. What is it? — this question might make you ponder. She’s like a game of pool, calm yet cool — But if you don’t tread carefully, you might feel like a fool. Her can come in any pattern — solid or stripes, You have to choose wisely, so life can thrive. Life isn't always jingles and happiness — That’s why you need her, to bring you sense in the madness. Sometimes, we have to be careful, Or we might hurt her — the one who’s always cheerful. It’s her, not just any tool — Treating her right is worth more than any jewel. There’s a scream behind her silence and smile, So treat her gently, like a dandelion in the wild. The numbness from being taken for granted Should always push you to give more — not leave things stranded. So the only thing we can do is — don’t let it go. Sometimes, it’s right to not go with the flow. Her can be anyone — so don’t lose her from your sight. She holds the strength to give you back your might. Because when she is seen, heard, and free to be — That’s when life becomes what it’s meant to be. Don’t wait for the moment to turn into blur — Just hold on, cherish, and never lose her.