There Are No Philosopher Trees, Nor Contemplating Bears

Some people believe the world is an old and worn-out place
It's lands and oceans dying if not already dead
The forests of steel towers stealing the resources
Without a thought for the wounds caused
The wounds that will surely 
Be the death of the once majestic planet
Unless there is sudden and drastic change
In how the upright apes behave

Then again, some people believe the world is laughing
At the vanity of those who believe mere flesh
Can bring about the end of the lands and oceans
Mere flesh will only bring about the end of mere flesh
The flowers and fish will thrive with or without 
The silly little upright apes, like so many bothersome gnats
Will not be missed by any of the earths creatures
That never once pondered mortality or fate