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.