Uniformity

Queen of the forest, Maple stood tall and impressive.

Her Appendages reached out,

As if to touch those inferior

With mocking meliority.

Golden leaves clothed the Queen in her glory.

While one leaf stood apart from all others,

It gleamed a golden yellow as if spun from pure gold.

Palpating with scintillating beams of light,

It dwelt with a unique force of life
Different from the world which engulfed it.

A place of honour it hung, 
bequeathing the Queen her power.

The Crisp autumn wind lusted after the leafs beauty,

Decidedly Wind stole the glowing leaf.

Leaving the Queen to wither 
Void of her elegant beauty

Victorious in its burglary the brisk breeze slunk away,

Over the red and yellow hills Wind flew

Ceaselessly carrying it's helpless prize.

Meanwhile the impotent golden leaf struggled

Snatched from the only life it's known,

While the fear of the unknown loomed below.

Willfully, the leaf hung on in the hopes of home,

Until it could no longer, 
Alas broken under pressure. 

At last the howling halted,

While the once magnificent golden leaf,

Parachuted into the awaiting forests open arms.

Unintentionally analogous with everyone else.