In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows and stars softly blend,
Karma weaves its endless flight,
A journey without an end.

Every deed, a seed we sow,
In fields of time, they quietly grow,
Each action, both kind and cruel,
Returns to us, a golden rule.

Through winds of change and tides of fate,
Karma walks with silent grace,
Binding hearts with threads unseen,
In a tapestry of what has been.

So tread with care, on paths unknown,
For echoes of your voice are shown,
In karma’s gentle, guiding hand,
The universe’s timeless strand.