In the quiet shadow where echoes blend,
Lies the truth of deeds, a tale to send.
Karma weaves its tapestry wide,
In every choice, where secrets hide.

Each gentle action, a ripple in time,
Returning softly, in rhythm and rhyme.
A cycle unbroken, a lesson to learn,
In kindness sown, compassion’s return.

Through the mirrored halls of fate’s embrace,
Reflections whisper in silent grace.
What once was given finds its way,
In the light of dawn, or dusk’s soft sway.

The cosmic balance, unseen yet true,
Guides the path for me and you.
In every heart, a story unfolds,
Where karma’s gentle hand gently holds.