It seems to be that time of year
that everything changes here
it turns its colors and sheds it leaves
some people change from t-shirt to sleeves.
some people love spring, others love fall
but to be honest i hate them all
the only time when I'm a peace is when the trees just start to get leaves
the bud out enough to see what they are
some have bugs i used to put in a jar
three of the season remind me of the past
spring was the first, winter was the last.
i loved mid spring in my childhood days
id run and skip and jump and play
i liked to climb my big maple tree
but now its 1300 miles away from me
i cant stand Oklahoma in the last two seasons
there is no truth, theres only reasons
theres no mountains to see turn bear
just trees. trees everywhere
not even trees i played in before
most of these trees are made into doors
my tree would never be cut
all these other trees are kinda like mutts
theres so many here. and when seasons change
the trees seem to rearrange
they shed there leaves and open up space
and thats why i hate this place
its too big, too flat, and too bare
after this place ill go anywhere
away from here to that perfect place
the place to paint a smile on my
face
