“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.