Virescent Boughs

She breathed envy,

She nurtured it,

She caressed its unruly virescent boughs,

"She's mad" the world chanted,

Little did they know,

Envy was the only who cared about her emotions,

When the world just went by calling her "a happy child"

Envy heard her when she wasn't a mere happy child,

It cared for her, her true self,

Alas isn't it true, " an evil queen is a princess who couldn't be saved...."