Everything is changing,
like the bright autumn leaves.
As I sit here by the window,
I miss you familiar green.
There's orange, yellow, red, and brown,
but only evergreens remain the same.
And I am like that maple tree,
leaves turning multiple colors.
In this ever changing landscape,
I have found that I am changing too.
Shedding my old green leaves,
too grow and mature.
I used to wish I was like an evergreen,
but now I'm just unsure.
I want to see what I can become,
and what good I can do in the world.
Like the trees producing oxygen,
I want to do something great.
I want to grow into a big, strong tree,
and so with the fall I must change.
