Little Red Leaf

There it lay,
Gleaming, beckoning,
Like a lighthouse on a rock, amidst a sea of green,
Drawing me closer.
A capsule of sun descended from the sky,
Burning strong like Elmo’s Fire,
Red like the decorations of autumn,
An ethereal gift to me.
Its existence pure and not forgotten,
It spawned the air we need.
Now mine to keep, I treasure it dearly,
Alas I weep for it is dead,
It chose to leave this world behind,
But let it be known I can never forget.
My Little Red Leaf.