I was cold and frozen, my petals mostly fallen...
I thought that life was just like this; winds calling...
I used to be a bud naively opening to the world...
Looking back, I felt I must have been a stupid girl.

Blossomed and spent; youthful beauty, nevermore.
Love had become nothing but a necessary chore.
I had already bloomed, and was therefore spent...
I really thought that was how life for me went...

But then the winter passed, and after painful pruning,
I find the warmth of spring at last, to find I am blooming.
A new beginning, renewed and beautiful once again,
A new season, a new chance to be thankful for the rain.