Deeds of Kindness

Suppose the little Cowslip
Should hang its Golden cup
And say, "I am such a little flower
I'd better not grow up!"
How many a weary traveller
Would miss its fragrant smell,
How many a lit child would grieve
To lose it from the dell!

Suppose the glistening Dewdrop
Upon the grass should say
"What can a little Dewdrop do?
I'd would better roll away!"
The blade on which it rested,
Before the day was done,
Without the drop to moisten it
Would wither in the sun.

Suppose the little Breeze's
Upon the summers day,
Should think themselves too small to cool
The traveller on his way,
Who would not miss the smallest?
And softest once that blow,
And think they made a great mistake
If they were acting so?

How many deeds of kindness
A little child can do,
Although it has but little strength
And little wisdom too!
It wants a loving spirit
Much more than strength, to prove
How many things a child
May do for others by its love.

- PALLAVI TELI (C)