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
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