The Leaf

I am the leaf on the rose

Apart of the beauty

But never the star of the show

Everyone appreciates the rose, writes about them, and makes them into art

The leaf always tries to be beautiful with its shades of green

But the love for it never starts

The leaf is above the thorn , but will always envy the rose

And that’s the true crime

Will anyone ever appreciate different types of beauty?

And give the leaf its time?