Farewell Medallia

My farewell poem to Medallia:

many suns and moons ago, a grove of trees took root
and in their struggles growing larger, they had to recruit
to stellar schools and foreign fields, the search for talent ran
attract the best, describe the quest, a visionary plan

the goal: to help these businesses to listen, act, and win
on feedback from their customers, the concept underpins
loyalties, relationships for brands consumers trust
and when it comes to CEM, Medallia is a must

to one without a clue at all of what this really means
I joined because I saw a chance to train and build machines
to automate, to analyze, such insights we could show
but little did I realize how much that I would grow

for here amongst our copse of trees was quite a diverse group
perspectives, views, and different tastes make one intriguing troupe
from Nordic devs to Argentines, to Chetan and the Turks
from gaming geeks to frisbee fiends, we each had unique quirks

beneath these towering canopies, a tiny seed can grow
to learn from mentors, strive and struggle, challenge status quo
initiative and ownership were ever at our core
to take on tasks without an ask, and think it not a chore

as conflicts clashed, mishaps were made, and every loss grew deep
our time and effort dwindled down and doubts began to seep
but scars we gain will fade in time, each storm will pass in turn
each failure has at least one lesson from which we can learn

recall our wins and progress made, how far we’ve come along
look back with pride at history, dwell not on what went wrong
for every day, we have a choice; to linger or to move
and of those choices, only one impels us to improve

and when it’s time to float away, depart on foreign wind
the spice and salt from yesterday are what leave us seasoned
the best of wishes for you all, the future waits for none
I shall be rooting hard for you; from ground to sky to sun