Do We Matter? Poem by bryan wallace

Bright sunlight shines from a cloudless sky
I stand and wait, leaning on a rusty gate.
The old horse lazily looks at me,
Before going back to cropping the meadow grass.

I look down at the pasture,
I see a honey bee -
Perched on a white clover flower -
Sucking nature's goodness, before moving on.
The clover, the buttercup and the daisy -
All of it part of nature's system -
Every living thing, has a part to play.

Except us it would seem -
Dear wonderful, intelligent mankind - top of the chain,
What do we contribute?
All we do is to destroy for our own gain…