In the quiet dance of time’s embrace,
Threads of destiny weave their trace.
Every choice, a ripple cast,
In the river of the past.

Echoes linger in the silent night,
Whispers of wrongs and rights.
The seeds we sow, the paths we tread,
Return to us, the life we’ve led.

A gentle breeze, a storm’s might,
Karma’s hand, guiding light.
In the shadows and the sun,
Our deeds entwine, never undone.

So tread with care, in thought and deed,
For in the end, we all must heed.
The circle turns, the tale is spun,
Karma’s journey, never done.