Ingratitude

Why be thankful, when you can be of use?
You gain nothing, neither do you lose.

We hear of Nature's fruits getting rotten,
And shrill cries of,"What have we begotten?"
Nature's filled with matter,
And matters we're overwhelmed with;
We're all against the slaughter,
But ignorant of the pith.

Why offer thanks, and wash off our hands?
Let's stand upright, and run the errands.
Harming nature is hard, halting much harder,
Everything we do is a system of barter.
Some of us destroy, few others try repair,
But, all of us do it to repel despair.

Does the bee buzz around, thanking the flowers?
Or do cows offer blades of grass to the God?
Does a seedling stop growing, pausing for others?
Then why are we so adamant about our abode?

The lion doesn't thank the grasses for camouflage;
The bear doesn't thank the water for its catch;
The sparrow doesn't thank the soil for the worms;
Then have we lost our instinct?
Or do we prefer hypocrisy?

Nature has made us evolve, it permit us to think and implement;
If remain naive and obsequious, we'll have to repent.
Respect it, utilize it, ameliorate it and sustain its presence,
For there's no room for gaucherie, neither for irreverence.
But, why be thankful, when you can be of use?
You gain nothing, neither do you lose.