It can be captured,
but it can never be caught
its essence is lost
It can never be bought.
You can never ask..... ‘How much does it cost?’

To those who trap it under glass
it can never belong
To understand, go to the hillside,
by the river, in the wild grass
listen to its song

It must be seen where it is free
it is nature’s art
it must be left to be
not pinned, through the heart