The world is just the same never-ending cycle of things we make and then destroy

We take resources from the Earth Mother and yell "unfair" when she strikes back.

We cement over her wildflowers and cry because we have no more bees

We cut down her trees to make papers that nobody reads and complain because the birds are dying.

Humans are such babies. Crying me, me, me....I want, I need, me, me, me

Animals respect her.

What they take, they give back

An owl eats a mouse, digests it, then drops a pellet to nourish the Earth Mother

Earthworms enrich her soil

A squirrel's forgotten cache creates a new tree...and then we cut it down

But for humans, it's all about me

Sometimes I am ashamed to be human