The Scheme Of Things Poem by Rayn Roberts

During a breakneck chase, the moose calf goes down, the grizzly bear devours.
Wolves stalk for hours, a herd of bison gets away. The pack, sustained on voles
And mice, other small prey, mostly go hungry. A crow eats eggs of a robin's nest
Still robins abound. Green turtles lays eggs on a beach then swim off in the deep.
All creatures know their place, what to do, when not to, only we are confused, we
Take but do not give back, we kill without awareness, we, the godly creatures with
Small concern for ourselves and others, discard our waste as if we mattered more.
We do not love, we steal from earth for power and almighty wealth, causing more Extinction and distress than any event before, yes, perhaps we are what bring us
To an end, who can say, but since it looks true, it's not fair to give much mention.
Why a colossal fuss when so few care enough to save our sinking home- - Friends, Have no fear, when we are gone, the flora and the fauna will go on, they will, with
The elements, heal the earth, bring it back from the brink, do what we could not.

Some say that's pessimist- Yah think?