On extended metaphor

I had to write this poem thing for English class so I thought I'd share:
Rest is orange.
Calm is yellow.
Quiet is brown.
Comfort is red.
Peace is a fall leaf.
She does not fight the wind,
But lets herself be carried
down
down
down.
No exertion is wasted.
She simply lets life swirl her as she floats.
Troubling storms come.
They ravage, leaving scars.
But she remains still through it all.
Her appearance is of little concern.
Even with holes she displays her beauty,
A gift to the world.
Lying on the ground, she asks
But does not--never begs
To be noticed.
No activities busy her.
She is content to just be.
Whether trampled or saved and treasured,
She is a leaf.
That is all she needs.
Rest is orange.
Calm is yellow.
Quiet is brown.
Comfort is red.
You pray for peace,
I gift you a fall leaf.