Radiant Plumage

In the heart of the forest, where the trees whisper secrets untold,

There lies a creature of splendor, with feathers adorned in gold.

The peacock dances gracefully, its colors ablaze in the sun,

A sight to behold, a marvel to stun.

With each graceful step, the peacock's plumage shimmer and shine,

A symphony of color, a masterpiece divine.

Each feather a work of art, each hue a precious gem,

A treasure trove of beauty, a majestic diadem.

But beyond the surface, beneath the dazzling display,

Lies a soul of gentleness, a spirit pure and gay.

For in each iridescent feather, in each vibrant hue,

Lies a story of resilience, of strength and virtue.

So let us marvel at the peacock, at its radiant plumage bright,

And remember that true beauty shines from within the light.