Change

When the leaves change
I start to rearrange
like the leaves in the trees
floating down like frisbees
I undergo a transformation. 

When you look at the changing landscape 
you may notice a changing trait
my eyes turn yellow
like the flowers in the meadow
That's one thing that sets me apart

The leaves change their color
so does my brother
I turn red
in winter I am lead
to my home and myself
the trees.
for I am a Dryad

A Dryad is one with nature
we've survived the past and we will the future
the key to human survival
the keys to earth's revival.
we are the trees
and you are too.