jealous of a tree

the moon sparkled with a magic the world had not seen spring blossoms on trees were dazzling in her happy sheen tiny purple violets on the ground felt dowdy in compare a mystical sense of entitlement was in the evening air grasses reassured the tiny flowers they were beautiful too especially, they told them, when you open up with dew lavender tree had no idea she was the object of jealousy the moon suspected this however, for he was envious of this tree