Amidst the verdant grove, it stands with grace,Its feathers glisten, kissed by morning’s light,A symphony of hues in gentle embrace,The peacock dances, casting dreams in flight.With every step, a story softly weaves,The vibrant tapestry of nature’s art,In emerald forests, where the spirit breathes,It paints the sky, a canvas to impart.Beneath the sunlit canopy, it twirls,A regal presence, timeless and profound,Its eyes, like midnight stars, in gentle swirls,A whisper of the wild, a sacred sound.Oh, peacock, guardian of the dawn’s first light,Your beauty echoes through the endless skies,In every feather, dreams take silent flight,A testament to nature’s wondrous guise.