The task for today:
Write a little poem to cheer yourself up.  I’m not feeling particularly low, but I was grumpy about going out to shovel yet another dusting of snow off the drive this morning, so a silly bit of rhyme was what I needed.

Don’t be so low.
The snow will go,
spring breezes blow,
the goldfinch and the sparrow
will sing, “Sweet, sweet!”
and you will know
yourself again.