Crown of Feathers

In the embrace of crimson petals, a soul ascends, A being of feathers and fire, adorned with grace divine. The crown of gold and jewels whispers tales of old, Where nature and royalty intertwine, a sacred bond unrolled. Eyes of azure and gold pierce the veil of time, A mirror to the heavens, a beacon of sublime. The peacock's tail, a tapestry of dreams, A symbol of transformation, where the ordinary becomes supreme. In this portrait, we see ourselves reflected, A journey of evolution, a path we've long neglected. The feathers of the past, the crown of the future, A reminder that beauty is found in the heart's purest allure. Let this image be a guide, a light in the dark, A reminder that transformation is the path we must embark. For in the crown of feathers, we find our own, A symbol of resilience, a testament to the soul's unyielding throne.