wrath of dainty nature.

Jealous.

- I see the flower bloom of the plant I planted.

I admire the red in her petals and inhale her delicious scent.

I see how a blush creeps up on the flower when it sees the sun,

How passionately she kisses, and blooms for him.

It makes me jealous for their love is pure and crafted in heaven.

How the sun manages to make her blush and bloom by just existing, stipulate their strong love.

She flaunts her unsullied relationship to everyone watching.

Oh! she makes me crave the pure bond they share,

But harrowingly, such a bond is very pure for creatures like me,

So I get jealous by seeing something I shouldn't see. 

                   - Samruddhi.