The lands of milk and honey

Oh what wondrous whatnots are woven within our whole wide world
Surely it cannot be responsible for the mishaps that unfurlded
So many misadventures are muddled up and twirled
How on earth can Mother nature fix us with her impearled ?

Mankind is his own worst enemy
He is never ever satisfied 
As one digs and delves the planets crust he lumberjacks trees far and wide
Yet in hindsight wouldn’t woodlands be best if they bide
They cleanse the carbon from the atmosphere and give our creatures hide

But humanity stumbles on suggestions to sustain our Motherland 
The changes here and rearranges there are getting out of hand
Our green open spaces are slowly becoming less
Surely and hopefully humans will realise this reality I guess
Alas the rich man will always want more money to pot his crock of gold from the lands of milk and honey