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.
