At the heart, upon a timeless stump,
A peacock rests—dark, sculpted, still;
A living myth in gentle slump,
Crowned by dawn’s unspoken will.
No color speaks, yet all...
The lake receives the sun
amid a chorus of waking birds,
ripples catching gold
as the day clears its throat.
Clouds rise in burnished hues—
amber, saffron, flame—
while the...