The World's Great Pain

In this world we live in,
Man thinks he's the king of it all.
That he can rule and reign
And not suffer, 
Though his house will crumble.

He lives in his lavish home,
A picture of wealth and splendor.
But every time he goes out
He adds to the world's
Hate and malaise.

He takes, and takes, and takes
Until there's nothing left.
And what is his reward?
A lifeless world
Of death.

For every tree he cuts down
One must grow in its place.
But he doesn't heed the warning.
And so, the home
He claimed as his own
Is now a mess of the world's decay.

The skies once blue and clear
Are now shrouded in smog.
The rivers once free and flowing
Are now stagnant 
With his filth.

He thinks, "As long as I'm okay
What's the harm in a little pollution?".
But every time
He throws something away
He adds to the world's destruction.

For every person who cuts a tree
Another one must grow in its place.
But he doesn't heed the warning.
And so,
The home he claimed as his own
Is now a mess of forgotten courtesy.

The forests once alive with birds
Are now silent without sound.
The animals once free and wild
Have all but vanished 
from the forest.

He thinks, "As long as I'm okay
What's the harm in a little change?".
But every time
He goes on his way
He adds to the world's great pain.

For every person who continues to drive
Another tree must be cut down.
But he doesn' heed the warning.
And so, the home he claimed as his own
Is now a wasteland without soul.

He destroys the home he claims as his own,
All in the name of his wanton wishes.
And in the end he gains nothing
But misery and a world on fire.

It's time we realize 
Our home is not our own.
We're merely caretakers
Of this sacred place.