I'm jealous of how great an artist nature is,
the way the clouds sweep over the blue sky
how a setting sun changes it's hues
how a rising moon succeeds in grabbing your attention
how seasons give some trees four different appearances.
I'm jealous for I wish to draw like that,
to just envision a scenery in my mind's eye and recreate it.

I'm jealous of the words in my head,
how the rhymes flow without hesitation,
how better my thoughts are at sentence construction
how inferior my writing is compared to...