Nature - Way I look At

Sitting beneath the tree,
Shackles of time, no one's free.
Yet I try to admire,
Mother nature and the fire.

Raising my head high,
Staring the dark sky,
With clouds, and the hidden moon
With the hope, it appears soon.

The twinkling stars are lost though
Beneath the clouds and the dark foe.
And beneath the trees I see
The twinkling light of fire bee.

Earth is no less the beautiful sky,
Raise our hearts and thoughts high
Soon will find the beautiful moon
But use science as a boon...