Crowned in glory like the tree,
That stood tall and majestic,
I looked down to see a flock
Around me, seeking my attention.
One gusty wind, got me all broken,
And there I lay, all forlorn and saw
The bees disperse, whose hive was hit by stones,
The sea that engulfed me dispersed
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