In the moonlit night, the peacock roams,
With feathers gleaming, beauty it shows.
Each step it takes, a dance so grand,
A majestic sight in a mystical land.

The stars above, they twinkle bright,
Reflecting colors in the quiet night.
The peacock spreads its wings so wide,
A living rainbow, it will not hide.

Beneath the silent, whispering trees,
The peacock moves with elegant ease.
Its call echoes through the gentle breeze,
A song of nature, pure and free.

As dawn approaches, the dance must end,
The peacock rests, its feathers blend.
But in our hearts, the sight remains,
A symbol of beauty, forever sustained.