A blush of pink, a feathered delight, Perched on a branch, bathed in soft light. A gentle nice finch, Amidst the roses finds its resting place.
Its crimson look, a velvet hue, A touch of black, an amazing view. A delicate form, a graceful flight, A creature of beauty, a wondrous sight.
The finch and the flowers, a perfect union,
A moment of peace in a sweet dreamy moment.
