In the garden where dreams lay softly,
A shadow walks with silent grace,
Whispering tales of what is not,
In envy’s silent, hidden embrace.

It colors the skies a muted grey,
Where hopes once danced in bright array,
Now masked by longing’s silent sigh,
In envy’s cold, unyielding sway.

Yet in the heart’s quiet corners,
A light of truth begins to shine,
Revealing envy’s hollow whispers,
And dreams that are truly mine.

So let the shadow softly fade,
In the warmth of acceptance’s glow,
For envy’s chains can never hold,
The love and light we truly know.