I can remember, many years ago, being very upset and confronting my mother in the kitchen of our house.  I'm not sure what triggered it but I started going on and on about how we treat the world and how do we know that bees aren't intelligent and all sorts of things.  My mother took it all in stride.  Years later I wrote this.

My Special Day
by Glenn A. McGrew II
8/23/84

When the sun shines bright on the dawn of the world,
And the birds sing so gay,
When the trees and flowers show their life,
And the world is at peace,
That will be My Special Day.

When all animals live in harmony,
And all is balanced.
When greed, and death, and fear are gone,
And joy is in the heart of the world,
That will be My Special Day.

When man, and beast, and plant live in harmony,
And nothing fears to move.
When beauty returns to the world,
And factories cease to kill,
That will be My Special Day.

But, until then, Lord,
I will hope and pray,
That someday I will see, oh Lord:
My Special Day.