All But a peaceful Place

I sit in my Firelit Glade
For my eyes, Gleaming Green in the light
The Sun, As radiant as an unsheathed blade
Ravishing, As the Flare, Sets my Trees Alight

In The Wind they Blow
The Leaves, Oh How they move
This, May never be covered in Chalky Snow
But this, Place, No one May have a clue