In the morning, the leaves rustle in the sunlight

I suddenly fell ill in February. After that, I was unable to pick up a paintbrush for a month. This is the first painting I wanted to create after finally recovering. When I woke up that morning, I could see the trees swaying in the morning sun from my window. It was so bright I couldn't see the outlines of the leaves. But bathed in the sunlight, each leaf swayed gently, making a faint rustling sound. I have burned that scene into my memory.