Over three weeks later ...
Please write a song about February. Please write that February can be cold, there may be snow, yet February leads to spring. Please include a bridge in the song. In the bridge please write about daffodil bulbs hidden beneath the ground will soon put forth their green stems and yellow flowers.
Sure, here’s a song about February:
(Verse 1)
In the heart of winter's hold, under skies so grey and bold,
Lies the month of February, cold and old.
Snowflakes fall in silent night, covering the world in white,
Yet in this chill, there's a sight, of spring's light.
(Chorus)
February, oh February, you're more than just the cold,
You're the bridge between the seasons, a sight to behold.
With your snow so pure and white, and your nights so long and bright,
You lead us to the spring's light, oh February night.
(Verse 2)
The trees stand bare, the rivers freeze, under the winter's breeze,
Yet the promise of spring, puts our hearts at ease.
For after the winter's long reign, comes the spring's sweet refrain,
And February's snow and rain, are not in vain.
(Chorus)
February, oh February, with your days so short and swift,
You carry the promise of a shift, a precious gift.
From the cold winter's grasp, to the spring's gentle clasp,
You're the link that we clasp, oh February's gasp.
(Bridge)
Beneath the frozen ground, where no life is found,
Lie the daffodil bulbs, waiting without a sound.
Soon they'll break through the frost, no life is ever lost,
They'll put forth green stems, at spring's soft cost.
(Chorus)
February, oh February, you're the herald of the spring,
With the hope and renewal you bring, makes our hearts sing.
Though you may be cold and bleak, it's the spring that we seek,
And in your final week, we find the spring we speak.
(Outro)
So here's to February, the winter's last stand,
Leading us gently, to the spring's warm hand.
Though you may be cold, and the nights may be long,
In your heart carries the song, of the spring's sweet throng.
