When rhythms fall through a cosmic forest They explode into colorful raindrops of time. Like metallic butterflies they flap Their wings and embrace rhythms of hope. Hoping that all, even wishing that all, would remain free. Free like rhythms of water bathing within rhythms of Light and eventually evolving into a rainbow of life. With colors of orange, yellow, and green, They reflect all rhythms of dreams and start Simple rhythms of truth that make babies cry for youth. And rhythms of sound blend with rhythms of space which create rhythms Of joy and rhythms of sorrow that Become one, in your year of tomorrow. Tomorrow is when rhythms of voices are singing of freedom As if pouring into the universe all the rhythms of being. As higher levels of consciousness demand rhythms of peacefulness. And rhythms of peace are rhythms speaking softly of love with tempos Rising and falling like spiritual blood that ignited into shining Stars then explodes into rhythms of giant gongs Which give the rhythms of birth from her universal womb. While master musicians beat rhythms of joy and galaxies dance to the Rhythms of a new born boy, Who's heart is in tempo with the rhythms of the universe