Karma

Karma moves like a quiet stream,
shaping life like a fleeting dream.
What you give is what you gain,
in joy, in love, in loss, in pain.

Every action, small or grand,
leaves its mark, a trace in sand.
A gentle word, a kind embrace,
can light the world, a sacred space.

But harm and hurt, like seeds of thorn,
will bloom in shadows, sharp and worn.
No deed escapes the wheel of fate,
for karma’s justice does not wait.

So walk with care, let kindness lead,
sow only love, the truest seed.
For life will echo what you send,
Karma’s circle has no end.