Potted Plants

I bought a plant,
For company of all things.
Plants can't say they love you,
but they certainly can't say they don't.
Always there to listen,
Always there.
I bought a plant,
green and lush and full,
a fern of all things.
They are supposedly hard to kill.

You should see it in the sun,
in the morning,
orange light filtering through,
Kaleidoscopic on the ground.
It just sits there and waits,
waits for me to say hello,
They say they react to sound,
That it makes them feel good.
Any sound will do really,
any sound at all.

I bought a plant,
For company of all things.
The measure of my care,
is a measure of their growth.
A simple,
one to one ratio.
I know its a poor replacement,
but what else should I do?
Life is rarely as simple as that,
and neither is our pain.