I envy trees their thriving roots melt into the rich earth. Their lush and lazy feet. They rely on the ground. Safe and strong. I envy birds their wings craving southwards to the sea. I watch them dive through a metal sky like bullets. I envy roads, roaming those green hills with a destination ahead. I envy them For I am not earthbound and free or heading somewhere. My feet are off the ground but I have no home to cling to. And no place to go.
