WALK QUIETLY

 

Cry, baby, cry!

   But we don’t know why –

The corn turns in the fields

   As time hurries on by,

The leaves are golden brown

   I guess summer is through

The dark clouds now linger,

   In a sky of blue.

 

Cry, baby, cry!

   The wind twirls on the street,

And the flowers begin to fade

   That once smelled so sweet,

Colors of laced all in blue,

   And some were scarlet red,

As the wind still dances

   In fields of golden thread.

 

Cry, baby, cry!

   Leave summer behind –

Fall is now in sight

   So, just find peace of mind!

Walk quietly in the shadow

   Of the time that was given,

And accept reality

   For all we have is now!

 

Thomas Theophilus© September 13, 2026