HELP ONE ANOTHER

“Help one another,” the snowflakes said,

As they cuddled down in their fleecy bed.

“One of us here would not be felt,

One of us here would quickly melt;

But I’ll help you, and you help me,

And then what a splendid drift there’ll be.”

“Help one another,” the maple spray

Said to its fellow leaves one day;

“The sun would wither me here alone,

Long enough ere the day is gone;

But I’ll help you, and you help me,

And then what a splendid shade there’ll be.”

“Help one another,” the dewdrop cried,

Seeing another drop close to its side;

“The warm south wind would dry me away,

And I should be gone ere noon to-day;

But I’ll help you, and you help me,

And we’ll make a brook and run to the sea.”

“Help one another,” a grain of sand

Said to another grain close at hand;

“The wind may carry me out to the sea,

And then, oh, what will become of me?

But come, my brother, give me your hand,

We’ll build a mountain and then we will stand.”

And so the snowflakes grew to drifts;

The grains of sand to a mountain;

The leaves became a summer shade;

The dewdrops fed a fountain.