Peacock

In a garden of greens and blues,

Stands a woman with a peacock,

Her beauty, as dazzling as the bird's,

Her grace, a sight to behold and mark.

The peacock, with its feathers spread,

In all its glory and pride,

A symbol of beauty and power,

A sight that cannot be denied.

The woman, with her gentle smile,

Holds the bird with a gentle hand,

A moment frozen in time,

In a painting, forever grand.

The work captures it all,

The elegance, the beauty, the call,

Of a woman with a peacock,

In a painting that stands tall.

So let us cherish this sight,

Of a woman and her peacock bright,

And remember the beauty and power,

That comes with nature's finest flower.