Strip you of your resources, Growing exponentially with time, Only to be left as our scars to nature Mother Tree why do we treat you so Poorly.
Is Humanity here to show the end To the objects that give us life. From Oxygen producing plants To the water that sustains our life
Is it our job to destroy the Mother Who has nurtured us since we suckled As a virus on this beautiful planet Depriving Gaea of her own necessities
No Human wisdom can lead my answer So tell me please. An answer to one true question worth asking.. "Are we only existing to destroy you, Or shall we live WITH Earth rather than ON?"
This poem has been floating around notebooks around my room for years, It appears I found the time to finally line it out in a way I saw fit.