My 48th encounter with the peacock

My feathers no more
Like leaves on a branch
Like mortal men
Like the memory of their lives


Look
How this wind scatters my feathers across the earth
How the teak tree bursts with new buds
How the sun is swallowed by a cloud

Now
The sun rises again
So it is with my feathers
One generation comes to life
Another fades away

And
In this way
The peacock dictated his first poem
To me