Earth’s Jealous Lover

I am jealous O! Azure damsel,
My admiration in a carousel.
Desirous of your love,
Pure as the gentle clouds.

I detest the warm sun that caresses you,
The ocean that lull’s you,
The wind that flings your hair away,
The spring, which gifts you scars, colourful and gay.

Spots misty and evergreen.
Beauty that runs skin deep.
Disturbed, I wander up and down,
Fidgeting to the river’s sound.

Why do you choose to look the other way?
To your dark children who sing and play.
Why do you let the raindrops batter you?
And not let me fondle you?

Ice crystals that grey your pitch-black hair,
Haughty they declare ‘We are free to graze’.
Why don’t you eye me? I impugn.
Like you stare unblinking at the silvery moon.