Leaves fall from Father Sky,
As autumn floats within the air.
Brother Deer your coat will thicken,
Getting ready to prepare.

Soon Winter Spirit will come knocking,
Earth Mother He'll transform.
A token of love are these leaves for you,
To rest your head and keep you warm.

Hardships will find you,
All part of The Creator's plan.
The Circle of life continues on,
As life and death go hand in hand.

Brother Deer eat your fill,
Winter Spirit will cover your food supply.
He'll paint Father Sky a sombre grey,
For autumn will too quickly pass you by.

The leaves painted in the colors of the wind,
Maroon Red, Burnt Orange and Grand Father Sun Yellow.
Over the rustling of the leaves,
I will stop and listen for your lonesome humbled bellow.

Your beauty is so fair Brother Deer,
A pleasure for our eyes to see.
Gently swirling all around you,
Leaves from the Oak and Maple Tree.

Standing against a background,
Of color nothing can compare.
The fullness of our attention,
Majestically you ensnare.

So breathtaking and free are you,
The forest..all yours.
Brother Eagle in Father Sky,
Regally overhead he soars.

Within this magical surrounding,
That The Creator has created.
Freely you run,
So happy and elated.

As I watch the leaves swirl and fall,
Brother Deer I will think of you.
Running so carefree,
Before Winter Spirit makes His debut.

Treasure your moments,
While autumn still is here.
For Winter Spirit quickly approaches,
My friend.
Brother Deer.

©Elizabeth Ann Bushey
September ~ 3 ~ 2006©
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