In the quiet of the night, karma speaks
A whisper in the wind, subtle yet profound
It weaves through the fabric of our deeds
Returning echoes of what we’ve unbound

Each action sown in moments past
Blooms in the garden of our fate
The seeds of kindness, or of wrath
Will meet us at the karmic gate

The universe keeps a ledger true
Balancing the scales of right and wrong
Its justice neither swift nor slow
But sure as the night turns into dawn

So tread with care, in thought and deed
For karma’s eyes see all we do
It gifts us back what we have freed
A mirror reflecting the soul’s hue