Under the blue sky as clean as freshly wiped glass, a finch stood tall on the tip of a gently curved banana leaf. The midday sun bathed its feathers in warm light, making its colors appear alive as if they were singing along with the wind. With his beak open, he makes a loud sound, breaking the silence of the day into small rhythms full of stories.
The wind blew gently, shaking the leaves on which he was perched, but he remained balanced like a faithful time keeper. From that modest height, he surveyed the world of distant rooftops, the vast sky, and the dancing shadows on the ground. His voice is not just a call, but a small message that life goes on, even in the midst of silence.
And on that sunny afternoon, small finches became invisible space fillers, embroidering happiness from simple notes. As if to say, that sometimes, the greatest beauty does not come from the roar, but from a small bird that sings without hesitation at the edge of its green world.