Animals.. are my adopted sons, daughters, cousins, brothers, sisters, children... .. They are intricate sense-filled masterpieces. Without mind for hate, jealousy, nor evil.. They are whom I look up to, whom I thank for all they give, whom I take care of. They are whom I protect and love. They are the things that make us continue to live. They are the things that make the world spin.
Worms move the dirt, that grow food and flower, that feed the bees, that spread more flowers.. Everything moves in a circle.
We were granted life at the top. We should be grateful. We did not earn this status. We were given it.
The native americans would know. They saw themselves as their equals..
I shall stop.

I'm sad.