on certain days like these i actually enjoy breathing hearing the sound of the leaves moved by the wind seeing the colours of the sky blue with white strokes of clouds and pink streaks watching the sun slowly falling to lighten up another part of earth spotting the birds flying towards any destination they'd like to go
for some reason on other days all these details seem to annoy me how the leaves are screaming how the sky changes so quickly how the sun's departure darkens us how birds can fly away when they want to
and i am jealous i envy leaves, for they move so carelessly back and forth i envy the sky for changing his colours without changing its beauty i envy the sun for always being the light in the human life i envy the birds for their wings if i had any wings i'd have flown away by now