In the tropical savanna woodland among the grass sits the Gouldian finch eating crunchy grass seeds.

As the sun goes down, the cold night wind comes and the trees sway like a flag.

As she flies up, all the bright white orbs getting dropped in the atmosphere.

Her dark green wings flying like a kite.

Chirping as loud as an alarm clock.

She lands by the river to have her dinner.

Eyes so drowsy, feeling like bricks.

She goes to her tree to have a sleep.