Alexandrian Sonnet 16 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

While the sun raises his ancient grey head
From its orient and frowns at the morn dew
So is men and in them jealousy do lead
To halt, to stunt, to extirpate, to construe.
And every blossoming summer tree
Will be distilled and its lustiness barren
Making the rainforest of others as desert, be
Without beauty and to its grave fallen.
Youths are full of strength, I must say,
When this strength entangles with jealousy;
It tell you solemnly, to that eye sleep will never stay
All his means, scales and scopes is to see
The hovering lion, like the Ahabs, endeavours
And the Naboths that tread on them, he devours.