Okay, first off: this is not my usual sad poem. This is an awesome poem whos insperation is a little bit funky . . . Okay, a lot! Keep a straight face and don't laugh at the second line . . . That includes you, Impossible and Unstoppable!
The Peacock
The sky,
A peacock
The rolling,
Dark blue feathers
Make way for sweet,
Lustrous peach
Which fade away into an
Orange,
Softly stroking the clouds
Into a luminescent yellow
A vibrant red struts forth,
The peacock's last feathers before the
Pale
Egg blue
The dawn
has made way
for day