A lovely Iroquois Persephone tale, explaining why winter comes. Instead of Persephone, we have Maize. The world mourns until small birds are able to convince the trees to weep--i.e. the mother sun to cause snow melt. While the cover art is attractive enough, I was very disappointed with the childlike, primitive illustrations, especially the treatment of the faces of the human figures. I wish a different illustrator had been chosen.