The Walk

A broken man walks alone tonight,
Beside him trees sway to and fro,
In recognition of the pain he shows,
And so he walks beneath the twilight.

He stumbles upon a boy of nine,
Who shares with this man the sting of sorrow,
And so in order he does follow,
Man and boy walk quietly in line.

Yonder, upon branch a lady lies,
Streams of tears flood down her face,
So upon the path the two make space,
And so their numbers grow in size.

A thousand more join one by one,
Free for the night from Heidi's clutch,
They search the world for a loving touch,
And so they walk till morrow's sun.