It was the tiniest leaf that fell from the big oak tree,
so tiny yet so perfectly formed but never meant to be.
There were so many others but only this one fell,
a leaf of many colours a rare find I could tell.
I wanted to catch it in my hands and take it home with me,
but briefly as it touched the ground it blew away, so free.
It was only when it was gone I came to realise,
that nature shows us the most beautiful leaves before they blow towards the skies.
I know that come Autumn many leaves will fall and although it’s sad to see,
that little leaf hurt me most of all because it almost belonged to me.
For a special ‘little leaf’ who will never be forgotten.
© June Burden, 2014