In the realm where sunlight and shadows play,
Emerges a spectacle of colors, bright as day.
A peacock, regal, adorned in a jeweled cape,
An artistry of nature, a vibrant landscape.
A thousand eyes upon his train,
Each a story, each a refrain,
In hues of emerald, sapphire, and gold,
Unfolding secrets, tales untold.
He struts with pride, a royal gait,
His plumage shimmers, none can imitate.
A fan of feathers, a starlit sky,
Under the sun's gaze, they mystify.
In every feather, a universe spins,
Where the ballet of colors begins.
Iridescent blues, radiant greens,
In his array, beauty convenes.
A dance of colors, a twirling flame,
In his display, no two look the same.
The peacock, a poem painted in light,
A symphony of hues, pure delight.
A symbol of grace, a sight to adore,
The peacock's charm, forever in folklore.
In nature's canvas, his colors run free,
A testament to life's vibrant spree.
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