In the garden where silence sings,
A peacock spreads its vibrant wings.
Under the moon’s gentle embrace,
It dances with an ethereal grace.

Colors burst like a painter’s dream,
Emerald, sapphire, in a radiant stream.
Each feather tells a story untold,
Of mysteries woven in threads of gold.

The stars above watch in awe,
As the peacock moves without a flaw.
A symphony of light and shade,
In nature’s theater, a scene displayed.

When dawn breaks with a tender sigh,
The peacock rests, as night waves goodbye.
But in our hearts, its dance remains,
A memory of beauty that never wanes.