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