July evening sun was setting, red and yellow,
Upon the beautiful skies, like the sun's echo!
Goldfinch was singing, in a sweet rapid tempo,
As red carnations bloomed, like a day in retro.

The skies were wine, when moon began to shine,
And purple finch sang, a song to his valentine,
In the evening's calm, in fragrant lilac times,
A world turned surreal, with rumors of divine.