I am Groot

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall. To brown and to yellow they fade
And then they have to die
Trapped within the circle time parade. Of changes

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind
Visions of shadows that shine
'Til one day I returned
And found they were the victims of thе vines
Of changes

The world's spinning madly, it drifts in thе dark
Swings through a hollow of haze
A race around the stars
A journey through the universe ablaze
With changes