Fallen leaf

It all began in Spring,

After the bout of cold,

Some respite weather did bring,

Buds sprouting on the stem,

Unfolding a little

Everyday.

As days grew older,

So did the buds,

Blooming in their vigour

They turned into leaves.

A leaf,

Brightest in colour

Together with its peers

added to the beauty

Of its family tree.

When the wind would blow

They would dangle together

Creating a symphony

That people would admire.

After a long hiatus

Thus came Autumn,

Season leaves dreaded most.

Its neighbours had descended

Their lofty abode,

To lie on the ground

And follow their fate.

The day arrived

When reality hit

Its face too,

It found itself lying

Among the others in the group.

There came a passer by

Who was smitten by the leaves,

In a bid to stamp her experience

She decided to choose a leaf.

She picked the one

That had fallen

Which was once the brightest

And the leaf realized

It had not fallen in vain.