I caught a bird with wings so rare; Dancing in the tight air; Nodding its head as the wind whispers in its ear the secrets of the world. I tried,but it wouldn't tell; Promised never to say a word. Only in the forest it shares, As it always sing in the trees it bares. What if I cut down the trees to extract all the wisdom they keep; But that will be the end of it; new wisdom will be out of reach For the bird,I caught,won't have a place to rest her feet; Keeping to itself what it hears from the whispering wind. I caught a bird hoping to learn and understand the language it tells.