How did the working animal ever open its heart?,

the dog,

the big horses,

the elephant,

the donkey,

and give the world it’s beauty,

it’s own kind of poetry,

it felt the power of light,

and grace,

working against it’s very being,

the rest of us remain too tired,

too angry,

too selfish,

too frightened,,

to open up our heart,

and give it away,

like that.