Envy of a Dove

by samantha   May 2, 2008


I wonder how it feels
To be so high up above,
Feeling better than a monk who kneels
Or having a sudden puppy love.

Im sure you feel free,
Soaring elegantly through the smug sky,
I wish that that were me
Gliding gently by.

The world is open to you always
All you need do is ask,
And a tree will shelter you all your days
And the golden Sun will forever aid you in your tasks.

You have no worries
No greed, no global warming, no hate.
And the entire world just scurries
About their lives, seeing your majesty too late.

I am trapped here, forever
Yes laugh if you will
You with your creamy white feathers
Can you see us all still?

Can you shed one sympathetic tear?
How is it? Tasting pearly clouds?
Your only limit the Moons empty atmosphere
While Im stuck weighed down by dank shrouds

Responsibility, Knowledge, Pride and Love
Serve as bars for my dark, gloomy cage
Oh, how I wish I were you, dove
All we do here is age.

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