⪻Poem #41⪼
I envy the sun
With it's morning rays.
The energy it gives
That people praise.
The large wonder
Of how it stays.
So long in this world
I couldn't count with all the days.
Why does the sun
Have so many ways?
To make people happy
While here all I could do is envy.
Or so I thought;
I'm not envious by default.
I know I can't be the sun
That warm someone's day.
But I can be the light
That illuminates through the night.
Even when I'm not that bright
I know I'm alright.
