In the shadow of bright gleams,
Whispers of envy softly rise,
Like tendrils of forgotten dreams,
That cloud the clearest skies.
Eyes linger on the distant glow,
Where others bask in golden light,
A seed of longing starts to grow,
Hidden from the world’s sight.
The heart bears its silent plea,
For treasures not its own to hold,
Yet bonds of love may set it free,
From envyâs grasp, so cold.
In turning from the shadowed path,
The soul finds its tranquil song,
Embracing joy in others’ wrath,
Where envy has no place to belong.