three brothers we are, of one root born, known near the whole world ’round;
we’re never from each other torn, yet never together found.
· in my range twin mountains tower, and two hills stand beside.
hold me tight and i’ll lend you my power; let me go, and i’ll cure you of pride.
· my plains are bare of grasses and grains, yet their soil is rich with life.
i can teach you the strength of the rain, but beware—i’m also known as knife.
· i travel two roads—one low and one high—that meet at the mouth of a cave.
i help the silent ones see eye-to-eye, but some say i’m rude when i wave.
we hope we’ve amused. now, come play our game:
you’ve heard all our clues. can you guess our names?