Little Leaf

She was the first leaf to fall,
in autumn all red and gold
Someone picked her up,
and marveled at the beauty
Until her colors started to fade,
then she was simply thrown away

Laying on the roots of the tree,
she watched as the others took color
Falling together in a mosaic,
fitting perfectly

She sat alone as the others,
laid upon her with their
beautiful colors
Her brown an eyesore,
her holes a disgrace

She was quickly covered,
by the golden others
forgotten
not important