Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Here we go

The calm before the storm
Always as predicted
The stillness was reassuring
But I should have known

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
I should have known
That as I opened my petals
Into the sunlight
Exposing my colours
My scent
That the storm would hit
Right as I started to grow

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Dark clouds are rolling in
Thunder is shaking my stem
And just as I am about to close my petals
You strike me with 1000 bolts
Again and again
Turns me black
But this time
I don't think I will grow back.