"A ball bounces through life's busy street, Carefree and wild, its journey sweet. It rolls and spins, without a care, A symbol of joy, beyond compare. It's chased by children, laughing with glee, A simple pleasure, for you and me. It bounces high, it bounces low, A constant reminder, to let go. Through hills and valleys, it makes its way, A rolling reminder, of life's play. It's caught and thrown, in a never-ending spin, A dance with fate, as it twirls within. So let the ball, be a lesson to us all, To roll with life, and never take a fall. For in its bounces, we find our own, A reflection of life, forever sown ©twisha ray "