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 symphony begins to blush.
As shadows lengthen and stars appear,
The beauty of the night becomes clear.

The moon, a silvery crescent above,
Casts its glow with a tender love.
A tranquil serenade fills the air,
A melody whispered with utmost care.

Amidst the stillness, dreams take flight,
Underneath the canopy of the night.
The world is bathed in a gentle glow,
As peace settles in, soft and slow.

In the embrace of this tranquil hour,
We find solace, a soothing bower.
For in nature's beauty, we are immersed,
A timeless gift, eternally rehearsed.

So let us linger in this moment divine,
Where simplicity and beauty intertwine.
In the beauty of February's breeze,
We find solace, and our spirits ease.
© Itesh