In the heart of the forest, amidst the green,
A peacock struts with grace unseen,
Its feathers fan out, a burst of light,
A dazzling dance, pure and bright.

Under the sun’s golden embrace,
Hues of blue and emerald trace,
A mosaic of nature’s finest art,
Capturing every beating heart.

Each step a rhythm, a silent song,
Whispering tales of where it belongs,
In ancient groves and blooming fields,
Where nature’s beauty never yields.

With eyes like stars and a plume so grand,
The peacock roams the timeless land,
A symbol of joy, a living dream,
In every glade, by every stream.