Neglected Bauble

There's a bauble,
Green, red, gold.
It's dangling off a branch,
Which has too much to hold.

It tumbles into the corner,
Fallen off the branch.
Hidden from vision,
Like a body covered in an avalanche.

It rolls behind the tree,
Covered up by the base.
It's watching the fellow decorations,
Have fun in their space.

Now the bauble's in the corner,
Red, gold, green.
It lies there getting dusty,
Never to be seen.