In the winter, cold and bleak,

I sat upon my window seat. Looking out into the world,

I saw a bird perched in the snow. No doubt this bird was wishing for a drop of gold,

a piece of warmth; in which the bird and I were one, two different souls longing for summer's heat...

In the summer, warm and bright, the bird and I sat side by side.

A meadow full of violet roses, surrounded by a dense, green wood.

Quite softely in the distant forest, a trickling stream filled our ears. 

The golden ball up in the sky rained down on us its rays of light;

soaking in the bird's blue feathers, washing all thoughts of cold away...

On a blanket, red and white, our picnic lasts into the night. In my long, white,

summer dress, I gaze upon my feathered friend. Right beside me, as I watch, 

my bird transforms under the stars! A man with a polo and holes in his jeans,

takes place of the animal with wings. Silently, I took his hand, and we danced,

my blue bird man and I...

In the winter, cold and bleak, I sit upon my window seat. Looking out into the world,

I watched a bird take flight. 

No doubt this bird was searching for a tree of warmth, a place of gold;

in which the bird and I were one, two different souls, longing for summer's heat...