June into July
The time’s passing fast
Soon all we do
Will be in the past
We think we’re important
And what we do counts
Yet all our actions mount
In karmic accounts
Reflective of who
And what we do now
All that we sow
We will reap with a plow
Discern and be thoughtful
Watch your words and your thoughts
Or your life will become
A game of follow the dots
Be considerate and kind
Come from compassion not hate
For at the end of times
All your deeds you will rate
I know you think now
That my words are in vain
But it’s your life and your soul
That will be marked with a stain
Go forward in love
Love all that you meet
So when you come home
Your pure soul you will greet