Stone, Grass & Mud

I sit here evaluating my own worth.
Within the time I've been here on earth.
I had the sudden thought.
Productively, what have I wrought?
The earth herself is very shapeable.
Of what can I say I'm capable?
The planet has stone, grass & mud.
I beget bone, flesh and blood.
Nothing I have isn't borrowed from the earth.
my existence gains nothing since birth.
I try to create to show my power.
She outdoes me again with a "simple" flower.
there is no me without this planet.
I am a very poor steward, Damn it!