Why Are We Here Poem by Randy McClave

I stare at the stars at night,
They've been there for a million years,
Then I listen to the quite
That has been heard by a million ears,
I stand all alone by a tree
That has been here since time began,
Then I wonder what is the key
To unlock the existence of man,
Why do we live if we are meant to die
What is the meaning of our being,
Are we just meant to multiply
Or are we just here for the sightseeing,
Are we to build or are we to preserve
Or are we intended to destroy,
Maybe we are designed to bow and serve
Or maybe we are someone else's toy,
Do we truly know what is our objective
Or for us is their a greater ideal,
Maybe if we had a different perspective
Knowledge to us, the universe would reveal,
But the answers we will never know
Until we believe not in our own insight
We are all small ants in a large meadow
l thought as I stared at the stars at night.