Every generation dreams

of a flowering,

a burst of growth

through which peace and harmony descends

in a glorious tidal wave of change.

But, alas, life goes on in its weary pattern of separation and division,

anger and fear, among the scattered peoples of the world.

But still... every generation holds fast to the dream...

this time, this time...

change is a comin',

this time the poles are shifting,

this time...

the age of peace and harmony is descending,

this time...

look!

...a star-sparkling, brilliant

cascade of joy

for all the peoples of the world, 

for each and every one of us.