i'm laying at the highest point on the hill
i'm feeling pretty mellow
and still
though i'm not even high,
i'm simply at peace
i smell autumn in the air as the leaves fall from their trees,
and turn from green to orange, red, and yellow
i'm not the same me i was
a week ago
cause i'm changing as the seasons do
the shift continues to flow—in and out of my soul
as i sit here and watch as some things die
and others grow,
but i guess that's life—
the way things go
the way things change as the seasons do