A Sparrow Named HappinessWhen I was young, a Sparrow named HappinessRested in my hands...my gentle, clumsy handsSinging the days awayBut as time went on, the winds of changeMade me fear the road aheadAnd as my nervous hands gripped tighter, she flew awayI chased her far with fist clenched in frustrationHer song mocking me as I ran breathless"catch me if you can!"And I screamed my frustration.And then she sailed far out of reach.Years flew by, and in my darkest hours I saw her againShe simply sat on a branch above my headAnd cooed "Catch me if you can." with her silvery voiceAnd my fists balled tight with rage"Why did you abandon me?"I cried in anguish.But it was in that moment, that I realized my mistakeAnd loosed my tired, sore fingersAnd as I gently opened my palmsI knew that she only flew from me because I wanted to crush herAnd so she nestled back into my time worn handsWhere she looked me in the eyes again, as she had done when I was a childAnd smiled."Catch me if you can."