And that's how she overcame the storm

Just like a new bloomed flower
The sun wakes her up in the morning
The rain feeds her delicate petals
The moon embraces her to sleep
But once the storm begins she's on her own
She has to fight against the clouds
In order to defend her territory
That's when her innocence fades
And her roots age
And still afraid of letting go of her Mother Earth
She'll have to prepare for her battle
By starting to raise thrones on her weak axe
And growing venom inside her head
Turning it into a portion of childhood memories
And by releasing it to the world
She's teaching other young blossoms
That if you're born a flower become a tree
And that's how a simple bloom left her mark behind