The Light of the Peacock

The light of the peacock, a beauty so rare,

With feathers so bright, they light up the air.

A symphony of color, a work of art,

A treasure to behold, that steals every heart.

They strut with such grace, a dance so divine,

Their feathers are a fan, that shimmers and shine.

And as they dance, they create a swirl,

Of beauty so pure, it makes the world twirl.

Their eyes are like emeralds, they watch and they wait,

For a mate to come near, to share their fate.

And when they do, they dance once again,

A courtship so lovely, a true love refrain.

So let us admire this bird of pure light,

With feathers so bright, they light up the night.

The light of the peacock, a symbol of peace,

A beauty so rare, a treasure that will never cease.

The light of the peacock, a wonder so bright,

A beauty that shines, both day and night.

With feathers so soft, like snowflakes they fall,

A symphony of colors, that enthralls us all.

They roam in the gardens, where flowers abound,

Their feathers are so bright, they light up the ground.

Their calls fill the air, a melodious sound,

A serenade so sweet, it brings profound peace.

With heads held so high, they show off their pride,

Their feathers a canvas, where colors collide.

And as they dance, they create a swirl,

Of beauty so pure, it makes the world twirl.

So let us cherish this bird of pure light,

With feathers so bright, they light up the night.

The light of the peacock, a symbol of grace,

A treasure to behold, a beauty that will never fade away.