Jealous of the Birds

Jealous of the way

They sing songs all day

Flying through the heights

As easy as a winded kite

Chirping from the trees

As careless as the bees

While I lie awake at night

Clinging to my knees

Jealous of the way

They don’t wonder what you have to say

Twirling through the air

Reminding me they don’t have a care

Jealous of the air they breathe

Wonder if it’s clearer above those trees

Jealous of the songs they sing

Louder and braver than I’ll ever be