Fairy Blossoms

The sun shines through the trees
Clad in winter's powers.
But though it is winter,
The tree I see bears flowers.

The sun shines and sparkles
Upon the flowers of ice.
It looks as though the cold
Has made a paradise.

Or perhaps the fairies heard
The mourning of the tree,
Knew that it wanted back
Its flowers so fair to see.

So they worked for days,
Froze water and made petals,
Spun long thin stems of glass,
And found strange cool metals.

And when everything was done,
They made the flowers breathe,
And brought them out and hung them;
The tree had its wreath.

That is what I believe,
What the fairies have done.
And so the tree has flowers
That glow in the winter sun.