Withering away,

On the dusty shelf;

I sit there in loneliness,

Waiting for a soul to return.

As each day passes,

I begin to feel more and more lifeless.

A leaf floats off from my stem,

Swiftly, falling to the ground.

The sunlight dimly brightens the room.

Clouds darken the surroundings.

A lamp sits nearby,

Threatening to switch on.

The breeze picks up in the background,

Blowing the curtains towards the sky.

Rain begins to fall from overhead;

At last, some life.

Moisture quenches my thirst.

Comfort fills my hunger.

Footsteps can be heard by the door.

I am no longer alone.