Beneath the winter sky’s icy gaze, The white peacock’s feathers, a frosty blaze, Whisper secrets to the passing breeze, In this cold world, it finds its grace.
With every step, it leaves a trail, Of snow and dreams, without fail, In its solitude, a kingdom it rules, With the enchantment of its icy tails.
The breeze, a partner in its lonely dance, Through the winter wonder, it glides, A masterpiece, in nature’s chance, In the cold, its beauty thrives.
By Vinnie Tham