I wrap up little leaves and blossom s in buds . By and by the wind com es along an d takes off my old leav es .
I need them no longer .
I have nothing left but m y baby buds
I have one where each old leaf lived I wrap them up warm .
I do not wish them to free z e in win ter .
Then I go to sl eep .
Have I not a right to rest
Have I not done m uch work
Do you k now how I get so m uch d one
I do n ot hurry . I do not stop .
I just keep at it quietly .
People who work as I do , get the m ost work done .
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A PINE TWIG .
Here is a pine twig .
S e e those
l o n g s h a r p things .
They are its leaves .
A r e t h e y
n o t q u e e r leaves ?
T h e y a r e called needle s .
They are ‘ so long and sh arp . They d o not all fall
off the tree at once .
I f you go into a pi ne wood , y ou
will find m a ny of these leaves on th e
ground ; bu t the tree is always gree n.
It is well that the pin e lea ves are n o t big and broad like som e leaves .
Perh aps they would hold so much snow i n winter that the tree would break down .
The fine sno w Sifts right through these little leaves .
Do you see the pine cones ?
When the cone i s little , it stan ds up t o catch the yellow flower dust .
It will n ot grow unless the yellow dust fall s upon it .
When it gets bigger , it turns down .
Then the scales keep out the rain .
It see ms to know just what to do d oesn ’ t it ?
S TORY OF A PINE TREE .
Wh e n th e win d bl ows th ro u g h t h e
pin e tree s , t h ey m ak e a q u eer , s a d
soun d .
H er e i s an old story th a t tell s ab out
t his
Once a l ittl e p ine t ree was singi n g
i n i t s own hom e far a way from h ere .
It was v ery h appy wi th all i t s
broth ers .