When seas simmer and boil
Under apocalyptic turmoil
Roots are ripped from the soil

Their endurance are put to the test
Soaring with a tempest
On a heading due west

For under skies of doom
In a midnight gloom
They still crave to bloom

And they will flutter around
Until new land is found
That may still be sound

So it can replant and grow
Steady and slow
To once again blossom and glow