I wandered, feeling as surly as the Grinch,

When suddenly I saw an angelic goldfinch.

It was swooping and looping through the bright cerulean sky,

It was fleeting; gone in the blink of an eye.

All around, I heard the sound of birds taking flight,

And the sun was an effervescent beacon of light.

I could not help but feel at ease in such cheerful company.

I gazed and gazed, and then I thought,

About the peace this unconfined little bird had brought.

And now, when on my couch I lie, in a despondent or somber mood,

That golden bird of mine flashes before my eyes to comfort me in solitude.