By the soul, it's order and poportion given to it. The animals come in many kinds, lethal, beautiful as they too wander upon an answerless world while following their instincts. But who said that animals could not feel, despite being bounded to them ? They too understand the meaning of passion, love, affection and loss. And each of them differs from one another, even if it may be just as much as the size of an ant compared to a corn of sand. Their very desire is too, to stay alive, even if they appear to be cruel towards one another at times, they cannot be judged by us for such deeds, as they only follow their intentions, their instinct and proportion, without showing much signs of selfawareness at times. Thus I engage myself in a request towards them, for our society begins to forget one simple thing... In a distant time, I desire them to teach us how to feel, as they care more for one another than we tend to, in such a busy, connected, hasty world where success has taken almost the best of us. If I here that the nature has come to pine for us, I would want to return to it.