If I were to acquiesce and become all you wanted me to be it would be no victory for you. A bear rug lies silent by your hearth giving off no heat of its own, the firelight's glow never felt by lifeless fur brushed neatly in one direction. Feed a plant and it will grow reaching steadily for the sun, silent in its worship of life. Eat the seeds, eat the roots, devour it until there is nothing left to fill the soil.
Rain comes Earth washes away.