The StoryTeller

In the marketplace, where fortunes unfold,
Greed, the relentless seeker, counts its gold.
Avarice, the sly and cunning thief,
In shades of yellow, it hides beneath.

Yellow, the color of sunlit desire,
Greed’s flame, a relentless fire.
It blinds the eyes to the needs of kin,
As wealth accumulates, a soul grows thin.

Coins clinking like deceitful laughter,
Greed’s banquet, a feast that leads to disaster.
A craving insatiable, a bottomless pit,
In the golden glow, humanity may quit.

Yet, in the heart’s ledger, a choice is scribed,
To hoard the gold or let generosity guide.
For in the balance of wealth and need,
True richness transcends the yellowed greed.

Cast off the shackles of avaricious delight,
In the warmth of giving, find true light.
For in the treasury of a heart that’s free,
Yellow becomes the hue of empathy.

Where whispers spin,
Envy, the serpent, slithers within.
A poison subtle, a venomous sting,
In shades of moss, its presence will cling.

Green, the color of a covetous gaze,
A shade that in envy, veils its ways.
It weaves through thoughts like creeping vines,
Jealousy’s embrace, where darkness twines.

Eyes that linger on another’s gain,
A heart that harbors a bitter disdain.
In the emerald depths of envy’s lair,
Seeds of bitterness take root and snare.

Yet, in the heart’s garden, a choice may bloom,
To wither in envy or let kindness loom.
For in the canvas of life, colors blend,
Green need not be a foe, but a faithful friend.

Let not the tendrils of envy entwine,
For in its clasp, no joy we find.
Instead, let gratitude in hues be seen,
And paint the world with a tranquil green.