The Parrot's Plume

In the forest of green,

Lived a parrot so serene,

With feathers of blue and green,

And a beak so sharp and keen.

The parrot's plume was a sight to see,

A colorful display of nature's beauty,

It shone so bright, it dazzled with glee,

A vision of perfection, a true rarity.

From tree to tree, the parrot would glide,

Flapping its wings with grace and pride,

With a melody of chirps, it sang with delight,

A symphony of sound, so sweet and light.

The other birds would gather around,

To marvel at the parrot's beauty profound,

Enchanted by its plumage, they would astound,

At the vibrant hues that so surround.

The parrot's plume was a work of art,

A canvas of colors, a masterpiece in part,

It inspired awe, it captured the heart,

A living symbol of nature's best, never to depart.

So let us celebrate this parrot's plume,

A glorious display, a natural boon,

A true wonder, a gift from above,

A colorful tale of beauty and charm, to forever love.