Remitting nature

Life is not fine the sun rarely shine,
with sheeny rays who was devine.

Life is not fine the clouds rarely rain,
pushing the living beings into draught again.

Life is not fine the air is not pure,
contaminated by ourselves with no cure.

Life is not fine the birds rarely sing,
quenching gradually by network sting.

Life is not fine the flowers rarely bloom,
with no fragrance , really a great doom.

Life is not fine but still stars shine,
with a hope of something new.

Life is not fine still moon offers light,
Giving us a chance to make our mistakes right.

© Snow_blue