Bright and blue

Azure blue skies allows iridescence rays of sunlight to fill up its vastitude,

Dark night turns bright with arrival of colours varied,

Chirping of birds celebrate arrival of blue sky morn, taking upon themselves to waken us all,

Somewhere in midst of all these,

Deep green colours of the forests,

Provides a perfect cover, eluding change in colours above.

To the accompaniment of streaks of piercing golden lightning bright,

Beats of thunder, beating loud,

In a bid to attract,

He unfurls his bright peacock-blue feathers,

Wooing them as skies rumble dark and loud,

Turning from pristine blue to dark rain bearing clouds.

Displaying layers of crystals on his Japanese fan like feathers,

Radiating from pearls of raindrops descending from the skies,

Shy peahens can’t resist for long, his bluish boyish charm,

Gather around to admire his impeccable moves,

He feels anything but blue,

His dance take over covers of green and turns the landscape bright and blue.

blue and yellow peacock
P.C :- Harshitha B J (Unsplash)

156 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sarah Southwest for hosting Poetics at dVerse. The theme for the day was to write something revolving around the colour blue. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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