In the morning light, a dance unfolds,
A peacock spreads its vibrant fan,
Colors weave stories untold,
A symphony in nature’s plan.
Each feather glistens with the dawn,
A palette of emerald, gold, and blue,
The silent song of beauty drawn,
A masterpiece in every hue.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
The peacock struts with regal grace,
A gentle breeze whispers through the leaves,
As time slows in this enchanted space.
The world pauses in this sacred dance,
A moment where nature’s art is pure,
In the peacock’s gaze, a fleeting chance,
To see the soul of the earth endure.