Give me the Rhythm

Stream of life pulsates boulder to boulder sometimes so quiet and sometimes so loud sound of heartbeats get older and older, symphony of birds in the Evening cloud. While the Moon is resting deep in my heart sky of my dreams roll tumultuous waves. Hope in thunderstorms embraces restart in stars and fate together, boundless craves. Without an umbrella, I walk in rain, as fragile leaves salsa in joyous sway Rippling lake mirrors oak trees in a chain rhythm of graveyard, memories in array. Only when butterflies flip-flap in tandem, It's Pure Joy...give me the rhythm that's random. 10 syllables in each line, checked in howmanysyllables.com