The serpent of envy gingerly wriggles, With bloodshot green eyes, Out of its ditch, Settled at the foot of my heart. It darts angrily, Towards the apple tree. It conquers my every emotion, All the gestures of my soul, And discards a ghoulish black ink to the remains of my overwhelmed heart. The serpent of envy, Desperately trekking from the depths, To the utmost peak. It bolts towards the apple tree, Leaving behind its unpleasant ink. It watches with its rich green eyes, A world of perceived perfection, An ideal, The serpent so despairingly craves. It thirsts for the ripest apple’s impeccability, It’s tenderness, And all it’s exhibited excellence. With a heart hazed by pitch black resentful ink, The serpent of envy demolishes the lushest apple, And the entire tree.