How could you feel sad, I wonder
With a crown of leaves upon your head?
And with fresh softness in your voice,
I wonder why you wish for death.

There you sit, perched carefully
With vine leaves in your hair
And linger with your touch, and grin
And when I stop to smile, stare.

Who is it that's hurting you,
I want to ask, but don't.
I'd like to give you happiness
If you'd let me, but you won't.