In the first light of dawn, he wakes,
A canvas of blue, green, and gold,
Feathers spread wide, a dance he makes,
A story of grace, timelessly told.
The garden whispers secrets so dear,
As he glides through the morning dew,
Each step a song, each plume a cheer,
A kaleidoscope in nature’s view.
His eyes, like jewels, so deep and wise,
Reflect the world in vibrant hues,
Beneath the vast and open skies,
He shares his beauty, pays his dues.
In the silence of the waking morn,
The peacockâs dance, a sight so rare,
A living myth, in colors born,
A dream of splendor, beyond compare.