Fecundity

It is summer. A big group of people pass around and nobody notice you. Why is that so? Your bright and shining color, surrounded by those leaves that never leave, attracts little friends that without you feel sad. Your eyes are so sharp, looking at everything around you, not missing a thing; You're mouth is so dry, and yet smiling, calling their names. No, nobody is looking at you, you're not worth their attention, too pale to be noticed. Who are you again?