TO FEBRUARY WITH LOVE

As th orange sun begins to set, The young cuckoo nudges towards its mate for warmth, Daffodils sway away in perfect harmony... Like the slipping sand between the fingers, Breezy winds of February passes away... Yet here I am wandering through the woods, Golden streaks of sun streaming through the branches, The green carpet of grass The season of love is drifting away.. How I longed for February to come again...