Ode To February

Fine February feelings

In my heart.

I walk across the salty marsh

As the flamingo feeds on fish.

The sun shines mellow.

Its rays a soothing balm

On my aching limbs.

It was in February I came.

I, from down south

Where February's hot

 Scorching sun lights fire.

On verdant green playing fields

February's hope in a tender bud

In every sea in every land!