Peacock

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In a realm of emerald splendor, where the sun kisses the day,
A creature of magnificence, in hues of gold holds sway.
Behold the peacock, regal and proud, adorned in feathers rare,
But amongst the gems of nature, one plume beyond compare.

A quill of molten sunlight, a tapestry of gleaming gold,
Each feather a testament, a story to be told.
In the tapestry of nature, where colors intertwine,
The peacock's golden feather, a treasure so divine.

As the sun dips low, in the evening's amber haze,
The peacock takes its stance, a majestic ballet it displays.
The golden plume unfurls, catching the fading light,
A symphony of radiance, a mesmerizing sight.

Oh, peacock of the golden quill, your elegance unfolds,
A dance of gilded opulence, a story that's retold.
In the garden of enchantment, where dreams and reality meet,
The peacock with its gold feather, a vision so sweet.

Its plumage whispers secrets, in the language of the wind,
Tales of ancient mystique, where nature's wonders are twinned.
A dance of golden feathers, a spectacle so rare,
In the heart of the wilderness, where magic fills the air.

So, let us celebrate this peacock, with its feather spun from gold,
A tribute to the beauty, in nature's grand stronghold.
In the kingdom of the wild, where stories are unfurled,
The peacock with its gold feather, a jewel in the natural world.