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