In the quiet corners of the mind it dwells,
A silent shadow, where envy softly swells.
Glimmers of green beneath the surface hide,
In longing glances where desires collide.

Through the glass of dreams, it peers within,
Yearning for what others’ hands have been.
A restless spirit, never quite at rest,
In the constant quest to possess the best.

It whispers softly in the gentle night,
Stirring souls with its tantalizing blight.
Yet beneath the envy, a truth untold,
That joy is not in having, but in the unfold.

A lesson wrapped in emerald’s embrace,
To find one’s peace in a different place.
In gratitude’s light, the heart may see,
The beauty of being, simply to be.