Falling Leaves

by Monserrat Pizarro

Leaves are dropping,

constantly

So many colors

Some end up in wind tornadoes

Looking like a fire

Oranges, Reds, Yellows

I close my eyes to sense my surroundings,

And I open them,

And look up to the trees,

And at the clear blue sky,

And there they go,

Falling

Leaves

Dancing

Gently

Softly landing on my physical being

I smile, and feel a smile back

like a hug,

I’m surrounded by it,

Wind,

Earth,

Fire,

Water

I

Am

Nature

Nature is [in] me.

Falling Leaves is the Soul Walk Project created by Monserrat Pizarro, FTS Certified Forest Therapy Guide, July 2023 cohort.