8mo

Everyone has gone home

The night has come, and the workers have gone home.
The lonely plant sits solitary, all alone.
Once bustling with meetings, laughter and calls,
the sounds are replaced with a silence, between these office walls.
The leaves droop, with sadness under the fluorescent lights.
But it knows that tomorrow will bring more delights.
So now, like a lone poet, in the depths of thought,
this lonely plant sits, knowing that it will never be forgot.