by Cole McNamara / perilpoet

Mice envy the owls
hiding high above in trees;
dreaming during daylight and
soaring silently.

People envy the trees 
rooted regal in the ground;
a symbol for stability and
casting shade around.

Ghost envy the ground
that lies beneath lost boots;
capable of crafting life and
retiring aged roots.

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