Questions from a fallen and shattered flower

I flowered to make my birthplace beautiful
I was merrily smiling at passers by
They looked at me with eyes joyful
All was well, happy and time passed by.

Then came a lashing mad rain.
I writhed in pain,
As it pierced my tender sepals and petals.
In a quick spree,
The wind ripped me away from my tree
Making me fall beneath along with dirt and thee.

Was it my fault that I looked beautiful?
Was it my fault that I was cheerful?
Was it my fault that I was tender?
Was it my fault.. was it my fault?

P.S - Penned after reading a very disturbing news piece. Most nouns and verbs above are allusions.