Why Are We Here

I stare at the stars at night, They've been there for a million years, Then I listen to the quite That has been heard by a million ears, I stand all alone by a tree That has been here since time began, Then I wonder what is the key To unlock the existence of man, Why do we live if we are meant to die What is the meaning of our being, Are we just meant to multiply Or are we just here for the sightseeing, Are we to build or are we to preserve Or are we intended to destroy, Maybe we are designed to bow and serve Or maybe we are someone else's toy, Do we truly know what is our objective Or for us is their a greater ideal, Maybe if we had a different perspective Knowledge to us, the universe would reveal, But the answers we will never know Until we believe not in our own insight We are all small ants in a large meadow l thought as I stared at the stars at night.