In the garden of dawn, where morning dew resides,
A peacock spreads its wings, in colors it confides,
Each feather tells a story, of beauty and of grace,
A dance of sheer magnificence, in an enchanted place.

With eyes like precious jewels, and feathers like the night,
The peacock moves in elegance, beneath the golden light,
Its voice a gentle whisper, through the silent trees,
A melody of nature, carried by the breeze.

The colors blend in harmony, a symphony so grand,
A tapestry of nature, painted by God’s hand,
As the peacock dances, the world stands still in awe,
To witness such splendor, without a single flaw.

In every sway and movement, a story does unfold,
Of timeless beauty captured, in hues of blue and gold,
The peacock reigns in majesty, a creature of divine,
A symbol of pure elegance, in nature’s grand design.