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.