These green leaves above me rustle,
Do they know the joy they bring?
Long before, there were the winter cold evenings, the barren tree, the lonely walks, and the ghoulish white everywhere around me.
But now these green leaves, they grow, and grow around me, do they know the joy they bring?

Like these green leaves, she arrived in my winter.
She brought color and mirth.
The lifeless canvas I was, she painted a melody. Does she know the joy she brings?
The days I stared at those green eyes of hers while she kept asking, “What?”
What?
Does she know the joy she brings?