In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows softly intertwine,
There lies a whisper, cold and deep,
A longing that refuses sleep.
Green eyes watch with silent gaze,
Tracing paths through envious haze,
Dreams once pure now stained with green,
In the heart’s secretive sheen.
Beneath the sun’s warm, gentle glow,
A shadowed heart begins to grow,
Nurtured by desire’s silent plea,
In envyâs grip, it longs to be free.
Yet as the night falls, stars appear,
A light that softens every fear,
In dreams where envy dares not tread,
A hope for peace is gently spread.