A leaf on the ground

On a damp Fall day,
When the air stings pleasantly,
And children play,
I walk along a trail
That leads only to home
From daily toil.
The damp earth
Welcomes my footsteps,
As I look down,
Spotting a yellow leaf,
Lying on the ground,
Resting peacefully, but
Facing unavoidable decay,
Something we all must face,
It is painful to say.
This water soaked leaf
Held my eyes, and made me stay.
Admiring its profound beauty.
People build cathedrals,
With exquisite handiwork,
And render paintings
Of stunning beauty
But no person could
Have made this leaf.
There are atoms, and fiery suns,
Studied by the learned,
But I have found,
My curiosity occupied,
By this leaf on the ground.