tree

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.