If We Died?

Has anyone noticed,
From the cuckoo in the hall,
To the homeless on the streets,
To the good who never call,

From the dead of the night
To the crisp morning air,
From the colors of the sunrise
To a sunset-bound affair.

To a whisp of a sapling
To a tall, sturdy tree,
To the grass between our toes,
Leading all straight back to me...

Does anyone notice?
Better yet, even care?
For the sick, we don't cure,
For the weak, we don't dare.

And to the grass, we leave dead,
From the trees, poison leaks,
In the air, toxin fills,
From the lake, polution peeks.

And ask yourself, people,
If we answered deaths call,
Would all of nature
Even care at all?