Dear Envy

I hope to someday free my city
of girl gossip and politician speak.
So I spent the last year in the rainforest,
living in solitude in order to create a new
and perfect language, one where
you could communicate only by actions.
From my hammock, there's a river view
that parts the jungle like a boulevard.
In my dream, there's some sort of retaliation,
and pages from teen magazines
fall to the earth around me like leaves. This
language is a simple one, where
you could invite friendship with a flower
or fruit, entertain by assuming the shape
of animals, or where you could express love
by sacrificing your life for the comfort of others.
I was on the verge of something big,
and it was then I discovered
the language of trees.

Duck3017..
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Nice work, Duck!

"I was on the verge of something big,
and it was then I discovered
the language of trees."
I like the somewhat detached, selfless, tone of your "Dear Envy" verses which, in my opinion, shows a certain level of maturity.

I love the language of trees

teasingbrunette, you're the best. Thank you for dropping by!

ToKnowOrNotTo, I'm glad you enjoyed the piece. Thank you for your kind words

ArtGurl, we stem from the same branch with our love of the language of trees