For whom do bees flutter?
Wandering aimlessly,
Pollinates every flower,
To keep the hive by the hour.

For whom do lions hunt?
Prowling beneath the green,
With life and limb to risk,
To feed the cubs who frisk.

For whom do oxen stand firm?
Cirlcing 'round their young,
Horns on steady grounds,
Fending off Arctic hounds.

But with one heed to pay,
A thorough observation,
Can thus prove the claim,
Humans are all the same.

For in our humble longing,
Our quest for knowing,
With one deep gasp,
Do we eagerly ask:

For whom do our hearts ache?
We take the leap of faith,
We weather the heavy rain,
All for the ones worth our pain.