The Dance of the Peacock

In a garden of emerald green,

Where the sunlight glistens golden sheen,

There roams a creature of stunning grace,

With feathers that no art could trace.

The peacock struts with pompous flair,

His plume a fan of beauty rare,

Each hue a masterpiece divine,

A living jewel that seems to shine.

As he unfurls his regal cape,

The colors blend and twist and drape,

In patterns intricate and bold,

A masterpiece of nature's fold.

And as he turns and spins in glee,

His feathers shimmer splendidly,

An artist's palette brought to life,

A symphony of hues so rife.

So let us marvel at this sight,

This wondrous bird, this stunning sprite,

A creature of such grace and poise,

A wonder to behold and rejoice.