In February's breeze, a soft caress,
Whispers of spring, a tender press.
The evening sun, a gentle fire,
Paints the sky with hues of desire.

Chill wind dances with red sky,
Nature's canvas, a lullaby.
Blossoms sway in evening's grace,
A tranquil scene, a soft embrace.

Leaves rustle in the fading light,
A symphony of whispers, quiet delight.
Dreams take flight in twilight's air,
Nature's beauty, simple and fair.

In the quiet of the evening's hush,
Nature's...