Under the Moonlight

There’s a factory on the top of the hill

And all the nature it would kill.

Out the window, I would look

Seeing all the nature that it took.

But under the moonlight,

There is no smoke in sight;

Just one fragile tree,

So majestic and free.

Tonight,

Under the moonlight,

Looking up at the sky,

All the stars are flying,

Running across the grass.

Forever the tree shall last.

I sit at the tree trunk.

But now, the night has sunk.

It is day again.

The tree is away again...