The Elves Rugs
I saw them among the grasses,
The leaves of gold and brown.
Of dusty green and crimson.
I saw them flutter down.
The Fairies from the tree tops,
Threw down their garments bright,
Gay rugs for the elves of the grasses,
They reflect the dancing light.
The elves have given them rug-lets,
To protect Mother Earth from snow,
Warming the seeds to her bosom,
So when Spring comes we'll see them grow.