Dancing Divinity

Walking across a field,

Over a sumptuous yield,

Caught a  glimpse  trance,

Of that of a  peacock dance.

 

 

Each step is a measured form,

Each move is a lovely charm,

Each stroke is  a graceful fray,

Each  gait  is an attractive play.

 

 

 

The  soft  feathers  beautifully spread,

In cadence to the rhythmic tread,

The  blue dainty neck pouts

To the delicate shouts.

 

 

 

The twinkling eyes express pride,

The soft  feathers  pose a hide,

The swift trot lets out a vibrance,

The  quick hop   extols a  vagrance.

 

 

 

There ,in the dance, occurs an enlightenment,

There  ,in the   prance ,emphasises an excitement,

There  ,in the  ballet, underlies an exhilaration,

There ,in the  fine art , envisages a sublimation.