Feathers of Majesty

Amidst the jungle's lush and green,

A sight to behold is often seen,

The magnificent peacock, with feathers bright,

Dazzling and shimmering in the light.

The peacock's tail, a work of art,

With hues of blue, green, and gold to impart,

Each feather, a canvas of intricate design,

A sight to behold, so fine.

In the morning, with the sun's first rays,

The peacock proudly displays,

His feathers spread out, in full glory,

A sight that tells an enchanting story.

The peacock dances, in a way so fine,

His feathers swaying to the beat of time,

A spectacle so enchanting to see,

It fills the heart with purest glee.

Amidst the trees, the peacock roams,

With his mate by his side, he makes his home,

In the forest, he finds his peace,

Living his life with effortless ease.

With grace and poise, the peacock walks,

His feathers trailing behind him like a cloak,

An aura of royalty surrounds him,

A sight so majestic, it fills one with awe.

The peacock, a symbol of beauty and grace,

A sight that time cannot erase,

Forever etched in memory and heart,

A work of art, a masterpiece, a true work of art.