There once lived a small Moneyplant Green leaves on a blue pot; Tucked away in a cabin corner It craved to climb through a support. Soon enough, as Sir took charge His attention fell on the small Moneyplant “Your job is not to sit still”, he said “You must grow, give it a start!”. Thus, he set a target on the wall, Urging the plant to sprout and bloom He nurtured it and nourished it And made it laugh, in times of gloom! The plant began to spread its branches, Unfurling its leaves across the wall Whoever visited the cabin said “Wow, the plant has grown so tall!” It felt the sun and danced in the rain It swayed confidently in the breeze It came in the news for being so bold! It adapted and flourished with absolute ease. But then it was time, for Sir to leave And the plant sighed in his thought; After all, we are all but a Moneyplant Big green leaves, soaring on a blue pot.
