The tired trees had had enough;
They cried and creaked in groaning gusts;
With lashing limbs they swayed and thrashed,
"Oh, Winter, wake with icy blast!
We need a rest! We must prepare
To bloom and grow afresh next year.
This season's done! Our leaves are lost;
Our branches bare. Bring on the frost!"
Wail and whoosh! the trees tossed.
Wail and whoosh!
But Winter would not wake.
What will happen? What do the animals do? Will King Winter ever arrive? This book is illustrated by Ruth Lieberherr, written by Linda Kroll.