In the heart of the verdant grove,
Where sunlight gently weaves through leaves,
A peacock spreads its feathered fan,
A dance of colors no eye believes.

Each plume a story, each hue a dream,
Sapphire, emerald, in vibrant array,
As if the sky lent its brightest beams,
To this earthly bird on a golden day.

With graceful steps it moves in time,
A symphony of elegance and grace,
The forest stills to watch the rhyme,
Of nature’s art in this sacred space.

Oh, peacock, keeper of the dawn,
In your dance, the world finds peace,
A fleeting moment, a beauty drawn,
Where worries fade and wonders increase.