spilleronsheet

I Envy

I envy

Envy the dandelions

Who are free to travel

I envy

Envy the birds

Who can fly as far as they wish to be

I envy

The flowers

Who can bloom as they want

I envy

Envy the kids

Who can play freely in the playground

I envy

Envy the pilots

Who soar up without wings

Travelling higher in the skies

I envy

Envy the radio jockey

Who can speak clearly of their mind

I envy

Envy the creepers

Who can move anyway

I envy

Envy the weeds

Who can grow anywhere

Without caring about

I envy

Envy the waves

Who doesn’t care about retreating

Or a fall

I envy

Envy the oceans

Who meet different continents

Chat with enormous fishes

I envy

Envy the butterflies

Who can swoon upon the flowers in the garden

Carefree

Praising the beauty

 

So much to be envious around

I wonder

When did nature turn so attractive

Why was I lost in chaotic world

Since when I am running in mad race

That I forgot the beauty lay beside