In the heart of the emerald cascade,
Where nature weaves its splendid braid,
A peacock dances, colors arrayed,
A symphony of hues, a spectacle displayed.
Feathers of sapphire and jade unite,
A kaleidoscope of beauty takes flight,
In the shimmering sun's golden light,
The peacock glows, a living delight.
The cascade whispers its ancient song,
As the peacock dances, graceful and strong,
Each step a rhythm, a dance lifelong,
Nature's ballet, where all belong.
Amidst the ferns and mossy stones,
The peacock struts, on nature's throne,
Its iridescence, a beauty to be known,
In the emerald cascade, a gem has grown.
Eyes on its tail, like precious gems,
A cosmic palette, a diadem,
The peacock's dance, a vibrant hymn,
In the emerald cascade, where dreams begin.
With every beat of its feathered fan,
A tale of nature, a visual plan,
In the heart of the cascade, a grandstand,
The peacock's dance, a masterpiece planned.
The emerald cascade, a secret lair,
Where the peacock reigns, beyond compare,
Its plumage a canvas, a vision rare,
In the heart of nature, a love affair.
The babbling brook applauds the show,
As the peacock's colors continue to grow,
A mesmerizing rhythm, a graceful flow,
In the emerald cascade, time moves slow.
The melody of the forest, a soothing sound,
As the peacock's dance weaves all around,
In the emerald cascade, a paradise found,
A sanctuary of beauty, where dreams abound.
In the twilight's embrace, the dance goes on,
The peacock's feathers, a celestial dawn,
A symphony of colors, a vibrant spawn,
In the emerald cascade, a legacy drawn.
As night unfolds its velvet cloak,
The peacock rests, its spirit spoke,
In the emerald cascade, a timeless stroke,
A short poem on peacock lyrics, a nature's poke.
In the silence of the emerald night,
The peacock dreams in soft moonlight,
A guardian of the cascade's might,
In its feathers, stars take flight.
In the heart of the emerald cascade,
Where nature's wonders never fade,
The peacock's dance, an eternal serenade,
In the lyrics of beauty, a masterpiece made.
In the heart of the emerald cascade,
Where nature weaves a silent serenade,
A peacock dances with hues so bright,
A living canvas of pure delight.
Feathers adorned in a painter's dream,
Azure blues and emerald greens gleam,
A regal crown upon its noble head,
In the meadow, a dance is spread.
Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,
Whispers of the gentlest breeze,
The peacock unfolds its vibrant wings,
A symphony of colors, nature sings.
In the morning's tender light,
The peacock struts, a glorious sight,
Each feather tells a tale untold,
Of mystic realms and stories old.
Eyes on its plumage, a thousandfold,
A kaleidoscope of stories to be told,
A dance of elegance, a ballet of grace,
In this enchanted, sacred space.
Emerald cascade, a lustrous stream,
Reflects the peacock's radiant beam,
As it pirouettes on nature's stage,
Leaving echoes in each verdant page.
Whispers of the emerald cascade,
Tell of secrets, in the quiet glade,
The peacock, a guardian of the lore,
A creature of enchantment, forevermore.
In the twilight's amber glow,
The peacock's colors seem to grow,
A celestial dance, a celestial hymn,
Underneath the emerald cascade's whim.
Moonlight bathes the feathered cloak,
As the peacock rests by the oak,
Lyrics of the night, a silent song,
Echo through the cascade, serene and strong.
In dreams, the peacock takes to flight,
Through the emerald cascade, a celestial night,
A realm where colors blend and fuse,
In the poetry of nature, the peacock's muse.
Emerald cascade, a timeless tale,
Of a peacock's dance, a vibrant trail,
In every feather, a story untold,
In every hue, a mystic unfold.
So, let us linger by the cascade's side,
Where the peacock and nature coincide,
In this lyrical haven, where dreams amass,
A short poem in the emerald cascade's glass.
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