What am I?

What am I? Am i the sound of laughter in a childs voice, or the sound of thunder as it rumbles on, or am I the windswept country side after the storms pass through or am i the birds that soarly freely in the great blue sky or am I the refreshing cool water from the springs below that thirsty animals seek so lovingly Am I the great big bear that crushs through the brush, or squirrel quietly collecting tree nuts below, or am I the beautiful flowers who turn their face lovely to the sun golden rays What am I? I am man, powerful and wealthy, i possess beauty and fame, but deep down i also possess destruction and pain, by building concerate jungles, i have single handled destroy mother natures glory, am i shamed, no, i live in a fantasy world bedecked with material wealth, while all else falls to ruins.