We as a culture/society/civilization. We **** and plunder the earth. We take advantage of her destroying her, and her natural resources. Caring not for future generations to come. Only thinking of the here and now, are we really so selfish! Does that really require questioning when all along the answer is known. We use her for our own gain, tearing into her rich dark flesh. Reaping the benefits of her bountiful splendor. Never  fully replenishing that which we steal away, and she in all her glory and unyielding strength selflessly cooperates. Bending but never breaking to our will. We pollute her, poisoning her rivers, her oceans, her lakes, her streams, her ponds and create stagnant pools of filth.  Our  sole contribution to the world is, nay, will be the ruin of us all. All the while, whilst we destroy her so seemingly infinite beauty she rewards us. With the edible fruition of her labor and clear, clean liquid from her ***** to quench our ever increasing thirst. And in return, to give thanks,  to  praise her we bury decay in her fertile womb. Only to later perhaps even decades so wonder even (perplex/ purport) as to why she is baron and cold. Buried under mounds of suffocating concrete  we take her for grantide. If ever she breathes a complaint we point the finger elsewhere. Never pausing to reflect on self and come to the  realization of  what we are doing to her to ourselves, to the generations yet to come to our lineage to our desendants, to our very lively hood. The question that really needs to be asked here is when did we begin to pride ourselves over that which has existed longer  than we could ever fully begin to fathom. That thrived despite our lack of existence and hopefully will again far after we have perished and all but ceased to have existed at all.