Green Fields of Envy
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Green Fields, the spring wind flows across the plain,
Filling the air with the sweet scent of poppies.
How I envy the freedom that radiates from the golden petals.
No weights push and pull the flowers down.
Pull them down until they are crushed and useless.
They are erect and glowing.
Glowing with pride of their exquisiteness.
I... I have weights,
Weights of society,
The pressure of life.
Oh, how I envy their freedom!
Filling the air with the sweet scent of poppies.
How I envy the freedom that radiates from the golden petals.
No weights push and pull the flowers down.
Pull them down until they are crushed and useless.
They are erect and glowing.
Glowing with pride of their exquisiteness.
I... I have weights,
Weights of society,
The pressure of life.
Oh, how I envy their freedom!
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