Falling Leaves
The forests are turning once more.
Our lands are many colors.
Golden yellows, bright burnt reds,
Falling leaves everywhere,
Our Mother Earth decorating herself in colors before the snow falls.
A time of gathering for the tribes to come now.
Cool days with bright sunshine to hurry us along as we work.
The winds blow warm and cold at once.
Soon Mother Earth will go to rest when the snow falls.
But for now, she is beauty in her Falling Leaves.
Page 176
From
"The Four Winds"New Book
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