Decaying Leaf

I have fallen from the tree,

Separated from my fellows,

Green and full of life I was,

Now, I am rotting,

Half-way gone,

Neither green nor brown,

I lay here on this grass,

People often think I am crass,

They crush me,

I am nothing to many,

Oh God, let me transcend,

To the other side,

But I know the process is slow,

Only with time I will lose my glow.