Poem: Envy

Your eyes don’t see the rising sun,

casting itself differently across the skies each time

neither do you feel its varying touch.

Your eyes can’t see the drifting clouds,

never two the same

but your eyes don’t see the difference

the world changes around you

the barren trees coming back to life

blades of grass poking through the melting snow

the gentle wind blows for a few moments,

gone after that,

this moment never to be the same again.

You are blind to the preciousness of the now,

for instead, your sight dwells on others

seeing their happiness saddens you

around you is your own life

waiting for you to see it

but you only have eyes for someone else’s life.

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