
I wrote this song inspired by my favourite tree in downtown Toronto, whose leaves bloom into a beautiful rose-red every fall. The persona of this song is dying leaves, who, in the face of the harsh winter, did not lose faith in spring. I hope this song inspires us to do the same, to believe that spring will always come. I dedicate this song to my friend, Elizabeth Ormsby, whose resiliency inspires me in everything I do.
Rosé Leaves: Words and Music by Elienna Wang
The rosé leaves, blushed in silence, Blistered by the winter’s kiss.
The rosé leaves, torn apart by the wind, Abandoned, they fell.
Locked in ice, they sang, Sang of spring and summer.
Sang not of pain, not of cold, But of green and gold.
They sang to the passerby, who Trampled them and
Left without a glance. Still, they sang:
“The stems are frozen, the leaves have fallen. Still, the roots are strong,
The meristem will grow. When spring comes, we will be gone.
Still, the tree lives on.”