II
In the morning Mother Tree said,
“Waken, dear leaves.
It is time to get up.
See! Here are red and yellow dresses for you.
Now you may fly away to play in the brown fields.”
Just then North Wind passed by.
He saw the leaves hang trembling on Mother Tree.
“Come!” said North Wind.
“Come with me.”
“Goodby, dear Mother Tree,” said the leaves as they flew away.
Over the brown fields they went with North Wind.
All day they danced and sang in the brown fields.
When night came they went to sleep.
Soon they were covered with the soft white snow.
THE LITTLE PINE TREE.
Once there was a little pine tree.
It had long green needles.
“I wish I had leaves,” said the pine tree.
“I do not like needles.
I should like leaves of gold.”
By and by night came.
The little pine tree went to sleep.