Snow Apple

It somehow relates to work.

The Desk

If you can call it that

Is cluttered

Messy

Papers thrown about

Glasses left behind

 

The Floor

A sea of tan

And colored boxes

The colors blending and twisting

 

Pavement of white

Soft as fresh snowfall

Run round the room

 

Laughter trailing off

To hide behind a pillar

A pillar shielding color

 

Purples and blues

Reds, yellows, and greens

Peering over the edge

Curious snapdragons

 

Lights dim as dusk

Flickering and fading

Casting shadows on the walls

 

Greeting with a smile

Eyes alight with knowledge

Ask an innocent question

Don't be afraid

I won't bite

 

I'll do my best not to fail you

I'm happy to help

Laugh with me a little

I'll find you what you need.