The snail struggled under heavy load;
Each worry he would carry, and they weighed.
Mounting worries weighed him down, so he slowed;
He worried he would not get far today.
The added worry left him feeling grey,
But he knew, as snails do; life goes on.
So he mustered all his strength and he prayed,
And he slithered til his energies were gone.
When he woke, he was tired, bright sun shone;
And his friends, they had gathered by his side
They all thought that their grey-tired-friend was gone,
So they cheered as he opened up his eyes.
They shared his load between the many friends;
This is where his story starts, not ends.