Pretty little bird

Once, I beheld a pretty bird,
A delicate little creature,
With enchanting wings,
Stroked with colorful shades,
Pursued by an endearing plume,
Of a brilliant nondescript hue,
Singing in a honeyed voice,
Not loud, not incessant,
Steadily, holding my admiring gaze,
Astonishing a creature such,
Can evolve without a divine touch?