Sun-consciousness

The rhythm isn't there,
the rhythm isn't there
Beware!
Chicken Little cries in the night
how odd, the gardeners nod and smile
as they plant their minds in neat little rows
never feeling that their hearts have stopped beating
the rhythm isn't there
yet Chicken Little dances to a cosmic beat
singing of love and acceptance
the gardeners complain of all the noise
"Nutty as a fruitcake"
"Completely batty"
on the day the music died