I was sitting on my rocking chair

Preparing for a nap

When a little bird flew through the door

And landed on my lap.

Worn was he, with feathers dulled

From many storms and such

But there was a light inside

That made him warm to touch.

“Tell me,” said I, “Where have you been?

No doubt to places grand

What have you seen, fair bird, wise bird

On your travels across the land?”

“Surely you know what clouds look like

When seen from high above

Tell me all the things you’ve learned

Away from the home you love.”

“It was all so beautiful,”

So sang the little bird

Then he turned and flew away

Yet, never spoke a word.