A Baby Cries

A baby cries for reasons quite unclear; The weather vane atop the barn spins round. And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. A comet streaks above but we can't hear, Its fiery burn occurs without a sound. A baby cries for reasons quite unclear. The rocket rises through the atmosphere But to the earth are most men ever bound. And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. The cryptic light of winking stars seems near Though speed of light serves only to confound; A baby cries for reasons quite unclear. On earth a broken heart will cause a tear To fall upon the richly dampened ground; And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. Three hundred sixty-five completes the year As love and life continue to astound; A baby cries for reasons quite unclear And we gaze at the orange moon with fear.