THE water running softly through The shining fairy glade where the Flowers now lie sleeping for the Warming summer has had to leave, Little squirrels in the tree tops Running to and fro for they need to Fill their larders before the coming Of the first pure white snow. The trees are now so bare for every Leaf has gone to coat the ground Below to keep it snug and warm. Yet in this fairy glade where all Is free from harm the little rabbits Still play for even the cold winter has Its charm. They roll in all the leaves That blow across the ground chased by Cold north winds that just seem to Play along, red berries shining brightly From a bush that is still green. It's Such a picture of great beauty in This gentle winter scene.