The Lake and the Mountain

This poem by James Dillet Freeman was just sent to me by a friend. Through this poem, my friend pointed out that the beauty of nature reminds us we are unique and valuable, just as we are, in this moment. No comparison is needed.

The lake looked at the mountain, and thought: "O fortunate mountain, raising so high while I must lie so low. You look so far out across the world and take part in many interesting happenings, while I can only lie still. How I wish I were a mountain!"

The mountain looked at the lake, and thought: "O fortunate lake, lying so close to the warm-breasted Earth while I am constantly having to battle howling storms and blessing sun. How I wish I were a lake!"

All the time, quietly, the mountain was coming down in silver streams to run into the lake,
and the lake was rising as silver mists to fall as snow upon the mountain.

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