poeming on a cold day after a day of 70 degree weather in February




because yes, these buds are going to bloom 
because yes, the sun will continue rising and setting
because yes, spring is coming, 
                     and after that summer, 
                            and then autumn, 
                                   and then winter 
because yes, these buds are going to bloom 
because yes, they'll wash away in a sea of pink 
because yes, then all the leaves will unfurl
because yes, summer is a glory of green 
because yes, then those leaves'll turn to red 
                     (or yellow)
.                          (or orange)
because yes, it will all end and then begin anew

because yes, those buds are going to bloom 
because yes, because yes, because yes