Fallen Trees

Fallen trees and bees
Are made for each other

When the mighty fall
We live in their stomach

Sometimes a single line
Is more than you will need

And sometimes all the pages
Will not satisfy that greed

Tiger struck by hunter
Fall in the forest

Where the mighty fall
We live in their stomach

Sometimes you need a line
Sometimes you need a page

Sometimes you need a corner to cry in
And sometimes you want a stage

Sometimes it takes a second
Sometimes it takes an hour

You can see it in a country
Or find it in a flower

Fallen trees and bees
Are made for each other

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