In the garden’s stillness, a peacock spreads its plume,
Under the silver moonlight, it dances to the tune.
Feathers like a rainbow, shimmering in the night,
A spectacle of beauty, a pure delight.

Each feather tells a story, of ancient grace and pride,
In the quiet whispers of the night, where secrets reside.
Colors blend and merge, in a mesmerizing trance,
As the peacock moves, in an elegant dance.

Eyes of emerald green, gaze into the dark,
Seeking the night’s embrace, leaving a mark.
With every step it takes, the garden comes alive,
In a symphony of hues, the peacock thrives.

Beneath the starlit sky, a moment to cherish,
The peacock’s dance, in the moonlight, will never perish.
An eternal symbol, of nature’s finest art,
Capturing our souls, and touching our hearts.