Majestic Rebirth
Reflection
In the realm of the surreal, a peacock stands tall,
Its feathers a kaleidoscope, beyond them all.
With wings outstretched, it claims its ground,
A symbol of beauty, in a world unbound.
The Golden Gate Bridge, a witness to its might,
Stands red and steadfast, through the morning light.
The peacock's plumage, a dance of blue and gold,
Echoes the beauty, that the heart doth hold.
As feathers fall, like snowflakes to the ground,
The peacock's spirit, is forever found.
In this surreal landscape, we find our own tale,
A story of transformation, where beauty prevails.
The peacock's cry, a call to the soul,
A reminder of the beauty, that makes us whole.